I used to get lost in pages.

The night touched the ground
On the day I found myself
And I stood upon a sunset
with eyes that would never be the same

And all my pathetic attempts
at a man made destiny
with human definitions
on an infinite indefinite

Oh how the cheap irony made me gag.
And oh how my story is a sad broken tale:


So here were my crippled fingers
trying to wring a little poetic justice
out of the bane of my existence
Scraping the bottom of a barrel
filled with dead dreams
and petals that never made wishes come true.

There was a reflection
in the mirror at my feet
but I couldn't see the fading edges
and each gaping hole
was all the more obvious
when I opened my mouth
and let the words stumble

there were countless ink drops that fell
across a floor of loose parchment
as I tried to scrawl out juxtapositions
On why I should exist
and maybe even create pretty metaphors
for the chaos in my head.

you could say I took the road less traveled
(more like the road that never was)
To come to the empty conclusions
and hollowed out answers
that Webster kept throwing at me

And all the more discontent I became
But never did I doubt
answers were all print
and no feeling

Putting a definition on life
was harder than it sounds.

maybe I was looking to hard
past all the little moments
hearing truths in empty recordings
and forgetting to look
when all the true beauty was really
Chasing down butterflies
and counting night stars

My searching created a gaunt creature
here I was at a ropes end
when the wind caught my feet
and dragged me to the depths
of some kind of epiphany
Screaming out about the picture
that wasn't painted before me
but the reality
and how it was

so..
much...

better.

than any pathetic piece of punctured literature
could ever, ever describe

And for once I finally saw.
I finally heard
and I finally
knew.

that life was the little moments of rapturous joy
and night time strolls hand in hand.
The smell of the dew on the morning grass
Or the sound of waves calling the sand back home

So no more did my soul search
for some unanswered calling
it knew exactly where it had to be



And I knew exactly where to find you.