When something,

Is hard to understand,

Unabashedly I ask. ...

It is those moments,

When empty and dry,

As one strives on, ...

The longer I’ve lived,

The more I believe,

That things really aren’t, ...

One day,

When I’m old,

I’ll find a place, ...

Perhaps one day,

We’ll let others see,

What resides inside, ...

Stand straight,

And tall my son.

Even when you feel, ...

It is exasperating,

When I cannot perceive,

The obvious, ...

Perhaps these days,

I mostly like the old,

Because it is what, ...

Clear,

Perspective matters.

Especially, ...

A fresh sunrise,

Or a lazy sunset.

From a picture, ...

Blemishes,

Inborn marks,

Age-old darkness, ...

Staring outside,

As sunny fields,

Fly by. ...

To judge,

Or to feel.

Sometimes, ...

To sit under a tree,

Somewhere over the hill,

Where no one knows, ...

A cool,

Sunny,

Serene day. ...

As days,

Slowly pass,

Please let them be, ...

Some signs,

Seemingly repeat,

So I can believe, ...

Looking down,

Drenched in shyness,

Lost in sadness, ...

When I focus,

On the task at hand,

I often see the obscure, ...

Some days I awaken,

To a barely visible road.

A path overgrown, ...