The floorboards weren’t so cold this morning Days grow longer, you can sense it in the air Constellations shifting in the early sky Brewing coffee pitch black to see if my pulse is still there
Waking to see the American Dream broken But that’s only if you ever believed it was real For now I’m going to enjoy this cup while it’s warm & bask in this Springtime while I can still feel
Knowing the sun will shine again I sit here basking in the midnight air A quiet sip from my enduring courage Thinking naughty thoughts of my lady fair
Knowing I can’t sleep when I can write I fall back into my imaginative stupor Only to be shook by the dawn’s yawn Daylight kicks me swift, right in the pooper
Summer girls/winter women Refreshing my sullen mind Taste of joyous inspiration Love heightened upon rewind Basking in the light of sunshine Energized by glorious visions The heat dwells deep within Passion rising in absolute precision
Hanging out a local’s joint Homegrown & authentically bonafide The rupture of a coming Summer Basking in the heights of a rising tide The heartbreak of loving a society girl Though it’s worse when you realize That lovely creature never lied
I’m the footnote to your memory Everyone will remember how you touched their soul I’m just the quiet guy in the background Working hard to help make your vision whole
I’m not the one to be seen nor heard But to fade away when they extinguish the lights Forgotten once the dream falls to recess Sealed once we find our departing flights
I never wished to distract from you I humbly serve your silent grace No aim to conjure something more Merely to bask in beautiful refraction of your face
Plastering the interweb with fragmented thought
Cultivating an insane kind of fame
Convincing an illiterate society
That you’re more than just a silly name
Penning out frivolously piddly odes
Basking in the lack of their attention span
Trying so hard to be cool, plus
Your slams make me not want to give a damn
The barely legible equivalent of an Insta-model
Don’t you know, writers write & speakers squeak
A farce played out in bits & bytes
Preying on the vapid, the stupid & the weak
You’ve grown your hipster beard
You fancy yourself as suave & dapper
But I know your dirty little secret
That you’re no PaRappa the Rapper
With Summer’s moonlight shining down
We’re not alive to merely appease everyone
Reminder to exist for your soul’s own sake
Basking in the fickle warmth of the rising sun
Released from those winter storms
Contending with heat & humidity down there
Be comfortable in your sovereignty
& thus release yourself from their stares
Do not double back & suffer fools
Stretch to become your complete ability
Expanding your mind to finally believe
& thus be fully & truly free