you can talk about it
till the light begins to fade
but we only get –
a limited amount of days

please,
do not make me –
walk in that direction
understand and see
the pain and the path,
it once consumed me

no good comes of some people
they never fly
they never give
they remain a negative
in an otherwise positive life

just before they tumble
and fumble their way down the hall
it is the right of passage
the tunnel of unspoken darkness
where you long to turn on the light

i am not as good as you think
i like to dream
i like the way dreams move
and the way dreams drink

but this is where love faces a test
the moment,
all our little flaws avalanche
and when we are exposed
as the damaged petty,
little individuals that we can all be

i hunger for this,
the smile,
the joke,
a twinkle in the eye

and consequence
maybe just a cargo
of responsibility
that barely fits in the hold