Choice

When I get on to the bus, I want to see the one and only empty seat. I'll be happy I got to sit. Don't abuse me with an empty bus. I'll be unhappy that I could've got a better deal.

Why sleep?

You sleep too little.
You say it wears you out.
I say it wears me out.
And I snooze some more.

You sleep too much.
You say it scares you out.
I say it scares me out.
And I pry my eyes some more.

But what if you sleep too little.
Too often.
You say it wears you out.
I say it burns me out.
Burns out the sugar that coated my walls.
Until I see crisp the burning fire.
Fire in the belly, firing on all cylinders.

Why bother to sleep - I'm getting no younger.
Burn me in a flash - I'm too jaded to smolder.

Pull me close, my dear

This stillness has become music to my ears
Notes that only I claim to hear.
Should I be enticed by my solitude again
Please pull me close, my dear.

My world exists in the spoken delirium
And silence quivers like leaves in the fall.
Should I fail to read the farthest corners of your mind,
I pray your eyes do beckon the call.

The wanderer within grows restless
And eggs on the feet to shuffle.
Should I try to disentangle myself from you
Remind me that I promised to hold you forever.

I see a train, and I want to get on
To race away into the rising sun.
Should getting there first be my only charm
Enlighten me that its you who is to be won.

The fleeting moments that are music to your ears
Should I brush aside as being out of line,
You be the pianist, the violinist and the strummer
And win me over with the symphony
that is your beautiful mind.