hawkins hill

we should know better
than to whisper
into a crowd
and we should have learned our lessons
all
the first time around
sometimes
it makes more sense to be happy
sometimes
it’s asking too much to be still
since when did
you become so boring?
when did
you lose your interest in living?
please tell me
the mistakes you made,
promises you shouldn’t have kept
opportunities you ignored
what you see when you close your eyes
i’ll show you
all the multitudes of joy
i encapsulate
the branching paths i’ve forged
what i see in every moment
how to be
in awe
if you’ll suspend your life of make-believe
for a moment or two and follow me
…