To do before I leave

Packing my bags for a long trip I realize I'm not ready
I'll never be ready to find my way
In a world so buzy
So lazy
So crazy
I'm so tired of leaving this way
I know that I've got to give myself a vacation
Got to take a minute to pull back the curtain
And de-clutter my mind for a while
But I know that I never return with a smile
That's quite like the one I wore the first mile
I know that nothing ever works the way I want it to
And I know I'll toss and turn every night that I'm gone thinking of you
You drive my crazy
Mostly because I never imagined it could be quite like this
Living my life from kiss to kiss
I never thought I'd find love in a broken world, I swear
And I fear that I won't return in one peice
With my suitcase in one hand and my heart in the other
I swear I'll try to come home to you
But I know that I won't
Because as the plane takes it's first steps up the runway
I'll be changing
And every time I touch back down
Every time I turn myself around
With every wish you were here postcard I send
I'll be changing
And I won't be myself once I reach the end
I know.
But what's life without some changes?
Packing my bags with the things I won't need
I pull some underwear off the shelf
And I pray to a deaf, dumb, blind god for help
Where am I going?
Where will I be?
And what will I, what should I do with myself?
I pack more pens than clothes
More journals than socks
I carry my suitcase a mile
Just to put my belongings on trial
To see if they weigh enough
I'm so heavy
I can't walk another step
Can't take even one more breath
I'm so sick of myself
And the trains
And the planes
I'm tired of traveling alone
And I wish I could take you along
Every where I go
Every road I walk
I wish you were there with me
Every person I meet
Every meal that I eat
I wish you were here with me.
Packing my bags before a long trip I realize I'm not ready
Everything is in order, save my heart and my mind
I could leave today, but I don't know what I'd find
I don't think I can do this alone
You can't leave the gate if you can't open the door
I realize that I'm more afraid of my own backyard than I am of the sea
And I wish I could bring myself to walk outside
but there are a thousand things I'll have to get done
A thousand things I'll have to do
before I leave.

We are the dreamers

We're going to fly to the moon
The rocket is leaving next Tuesday,
The bags are all packed, and I for one, am ready to just fly out of here
We're going to sail to the stars
Our sailboat is leaving tomorrow
the sail has been rigged, and let me tell you, it's going to be amazing
We've got stars in our eyes
A new song on playing on our lips and on somebody's banjo
We are going to drink from the milky way
Try on the rings of saturn
And eat cheese with the man on the moon
Swiss cheese
We are the dreamers
We are the starving artists of tomorrow
We're the people with the audacity to doodle on our exam pages
To write on the walls
And to yodel in the outhouse at two a.m. in the morning
We're not afraid of failure
We're not hoping for success
We're just hoping that at the end of the day there will be one person
Standing in the back of our crumbling auditorium
Clapping wildly
And saying that we did a good job
And it won't matter to us if we only imagined it all
We are the dreamers
The people who hold club meetings
Just to tell each other that we are falling in love
falling in love
falling in love
with the color cerulean
We are the dreamers
We are the midnight philosophers
Coffee mugs in hand we trudge up the stairs
Turning the lights off behind us and sighing
Thoughts of Voltaire fluttering in our minds
Taking flight and becoming more confusing and confused than confucious ever was
We are the painters, the dancers, the thespians
We are the hopers the wishers, the shall-we's
We are the dreamers
We are the poets

Robots and Pop Tarts

I am like a hot poptart dropped on a cold kitchen floor.
falling, falling, falling until SPLAT
sugary melting icing stopped dead in its tracks, frozen.
Frozen like the wasteland I have come to call my home
blending with everything around me
complacent like a poptart fading into cold tile
just floating, complacent until I STOP
Stop, Drop, and Roll like the robot I have become
Rolling away from the flames that will melt this
Cold, metallic exterior licking the Robot heart within this frame.
Because regardless of what everyone says, Robots need love too

I am the soft, sweet silence of cold, hard surrender
I can feel the peace, the beauty of just letting go.
Letting go of everything I once held dear and exchanging it
Exchanging it all for a pale shadow of the freedom I once knew.
Surrender myself and watch myself
as if I was a fly on the wall with no chance of falling into my own soup
as if nothing can hurt me while I drift
Drift complacently, into a blue sunrise off of a silent lagoon.
With my troubles far behind me and my dreams ahead of me
Running so fast to fling myself off the edge of this waterfall
Just to spend those few minutes flying until I drop
Drop like a hot poptart on a cold kitchen floor.

And at the end of the day, I guess this is my story
The Love song of the Maltshake and the sugar pill.
A story of Poptarts falling in love with Robots
They say that love is a dangerous angel.
My love is like a sunrise in Antarctica
It's frozen and ice cold but it's still something unique.