category 5 hurricane

rain turns streets to silver
wind howls outside the door
but they're no match
for the storm inside your brain
furious and raging
and too fierce to ignore
a category 5 hurricane

watch me run for shelter
watch me fall behind
you can laugh if you want to
but I'll get there in time
it's a rough and rowdy river
it's too hard to explain
a category 5 hurricane

a traveler's heart

I don't know where you're going
but I know where you've been
I know you've heard the calling
of the restless winter winds
there's a longing in your soul
waiting for a brand new start
you were born with a traveler's heart
you were born with a traveler's heart

Switzerland

imagine a world
made up of countries
and each country is a human
woman and man
now, you might be China
or you might be Senegal
or maybe you're Lebanon
but I am Switzerland

running out

time is running out
and I have grown old 
I learned too late it was not about
doing what you are told

one-page story, another verse

my history
is a one-page story
I once memorized the dates
but now they're lost from memory
skies are all gray
and the weather's turning stormy
it's like I'm stuck in traffic
and there is no right-of-way 

one-page story

my life
is a one-page story
I search my mind
but I can't find any words
my life
is a big blank space before me
I have no sentences
useless nouns and silent verbs

my world
is a one-page story
it turns and spins
while I run in place
everyone I know
is determined to ignore me
as a participant
in the human race

What I think about at 3:30 in the morning

It's November already, man, can you believe it? At this rate, Christmas should be here next week.

It's pretty astounding if you think about it. Time just seems to be moving faster and faster.

I find it scary. I have a problem with thinking about death anyway, and when I notice the speed of time it just gets more severe.

There's nothing you can do about it, farmboy. That's just the way life is.

I know, man, but it's so fuckin' hard. It's what I think about 3:30 in the morning.

Well, that's no good for you, farmboy. You've got enough stress in your life as it is.

I know! It's fuckin' ridiculous. But I can't seem to help it.

We're all like that, farmboy.

You know, I don't think dogs think so much about death.

I'm not sure, but I don't believe they do.

They've got the right idea, man. I've always thought that dogs are generally better and smarter than most humans, and this proves it.