Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
Punishing waves of agony crash along your nerves
And as they recede they leave riptides of aches behind
It makes it difficult to breathe, to think
Now you wonder if you can tough it out, or if this time it will break you
Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground
It gave the world a sense of magical wonder
So rewarding those awake to witness the scene
That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
So do you believe in the magic that surrounds you?
Pushing the fantastical into the factual
Enabling imagination to define reality
Letting wonder bloom in the field of drab predictability
Let’s drink deep of this fever dream and cast our fancy into the world
Big numbers eventually become small
If you zoom out far enough
Leaving the sense of wonder behind
Like when you’re little, 100 was so big, then a thousand
It boggles the mind at how small those numbers are now
Only by adding zeroes can the awe be added back in
Now what is a big number for you?
He rubbed his bald head in frustration
All his follicles had rebelled so young
It made him wonder what he did to them to make them hate him
Really they just wanted to show off his head’s perfect shape
We look into each other’s lives and wonder what lies behind those curtains
If others have things so much better than us
Not realizing that as we stare in that they can stare back
Determined to see past our drapes
Observing all the cobwebs and clutter
While wondering why we have it so much better than they do
Ben was more of a suspenders guy
Even liked to use them with his sweatpants
Leaving many people to wonder
That maybe he was a clown in disguise
Maybe you think you know what is going on
You think you have the solutions to life’s final exam
Still I wonder if the answer key has even been made yet
There seems so much chaos and disorder
Every time I turn around, I find that my current guess was not quite right
Really most of the time I was flat out wrong. It gets quite frustrating
Yet still every day I get up and try to solve my little corner of life’s …