Wondering Turns To Wandering

The stars that you see are dead The sky you stare at does not lie Your eyes see the light's sparkle But not the years it travelled by You wish and hope for music You long for some sweet melody "The song needs your poetry" That is what was told to me But The song needs words I cannot weave My poetry is not the sword To the shield of your melody The stars do not shine at all And oceans do not have a line I could just write you a poem But I can never write you a song (Because suspicions and doubts always thrive on the surface)

How many cups of coffee did you have today?  I had 3.  The first cup regards the weather Of morning commutes and things to ponder A day of inquiries and piles of paper Taking up some space and breathing after  The second cup has a strong taste Like a friend's face that holds up a tear An afternoon of task lists and haste Moving forward and still, breathing after  The third cup is a dreamy cosmos Of collecting stars and earning scores The blend rings a reminder of tomorrow Breathing still and palpitating more  And if the dark sky makes the night cold Another cup, another story must unfold I'll ask "How many cups of coffee did you have today?" I mean, "How do you gauge your day?"

I took the Time  Like a thief in my own house I snatched a cup of coffee and drowned in caffeine as I murdered my eyes with short snips of my beloved animes  and random video clips in between gulps and sips I stole seconds and minutes fidgeting stories, hauling gossip Then, emptying my thoughts and like a calm ride on a ferries wheel  or a merry go-'round I go switching pages and posts then, I crossed borders  from one site to another I laughed and sympathized scrolled and clicked yes, I chose to take Time and I took it today like a crime, I planned to plot like the prize I longed to have like that complacent smile my face forgot to make wrapped it around my shoulder like a warm blanket with its seams dripping on the floor (I don't care anymore) I just took it.  but time had taken me  ... away like the pollens of a thousand flowers like an asteroid pulled away from the belt So far I left everything that fills "my present" I wandered far and welcomed the pre...