Congruent States

Car idles
Loose end
Flat tires
Flat lands
Blue sky
Sunned hair
The curb lies
As you lie there

Through dark
Went driving
Wasting gas
Wasting living
Till when
Returned sights
Revealed shapes
Of congruent states

View the view
It moves and talks to you
See the sea
It speaks if you want to hear

Small Changes in Scale

First I cried then I shook some hands
Pulled grass then I ripped it flat
Got hurt made me feel so mad
Formed some thoughts then I changed my mind
Broke bones when I caught some flies
Felt love and the same love dying

Lost track of time
Grew old, how life flies
This head of mine
Cannot be serious enough

A smile to slap on my face
To dress in many different ways
Coming back I always looked the same
Called myself many creative names
Cut hair in many stupid shapes
Felt love too many different times

Lost track of time
Grew old, how life flies
This head of mine
Cannot be serious enough
And grasp
Small changes in scales
When the world spins
And pushes us far
It won't feel serious enough