It’s those simple,

Unforeseen times,

That make us laugh, ...

Tears,

Wash sadness away.

Sometimes only a few, ...

Peeling layers away,

Is a daunting task,

For one never knows, ...

What I seek,

Isn’t hidden,

On overgrown hills, ...

I envy trees.

Unafraid of the dark,

Living without doubt, ...

Honesty,

Loyalty,

Clarity, ...

Some answers,

Are impossible to find.

Especially as they relate, ...

I was raised,

Watching her face.

It was one way, ...

It helps me believe,

And brings me hope,

When on cloudy days, ...

Seeing,

Is believing.

Yet belief, ...

That,

Which I seek,

Often hides, ...

Once immersed,

Time leaves me by.

Noise drowns out, ...

I have often dreamed,

Of a predictable life.

But dreams, ...

To float,

Let moments pass,

Feel lost, ...

In younger days,

For nature,

I barely cared. ...

Perhaps,

In the end,

There is nothing, ...

Dented and used.

No longer shiny,

As days now old. ...

Wearing hats,

Suits and ties,

Strolling about town, ...

My world now overflows,

With endless distractions,

Meaningless attractions, ...

In perfect a world,

There also exist,

Curves in the road. ...