If I listened to the moon
The moon would tell me
Back off a tad,
Listen to your heart.
If I listened to my heart
I would hear all kinds of things,
Some beautiful, some not,
Some free,
Some chained by what I wanted them to be.
If I listened to my heart.
Sometimes I don’t listen to anything.
Sometimes I really don’t care.
If I listened to a song,
I would listen for what already has been written.
I would listen for what seems to be what I already do know.
Or what I should know.
Or how to make sense from the song.
But that sense may, or may not be true for me
Now.
Screw the moon.
What is true for me now?
You know, the moon
Can be like the end of a dock,
Wood and pilings built into the sea.
Wood and pilings built
From where I do know,
To where infinity lays,
Into my dreams, or
What I already do know
Should be true.
If I insist.
You know, like tomorrow
Already said, and defined
By yesterday,
Which you already do know
May or may not be
The tomorrow you really do desire.
0r…
Like what I
Think should be,
Or could be,
Or simply a moment of…
I think wild cards,
And moment of disagreements
Hold the future.
I think what you think now
Can be the pilings
Boats are tied to,
Cast loose from,
Sail the seas to discover new dreams,
From,
Are, simply are,
Like pirates,
What I would rather
Know best.
Screw the moon,
Screw songs I have heard before,
Screw love lost,
Or even my own heart.
I know
To love
What I don’t know,
But what is undeniable,
Is growth.
That is the future.
That is what I know.
I know I do create that.