Planning ahead of what to expect
Boom and busts with wave theories
where years pass by in seconds of time
Caught by the net of cause or effect
Have you questioned your existence
An individuals singular thought process
Serious intent forever or never in a room full of dust swept by a brush
Are you content with eventual death ergo does a sense of self really protect

We were in confided spaces before,
           in open air. Where we never mingled...
But at least we had company that we were
next to, now were in solitary confinement.

Now were 6 foot or 72 inches or 182.88cm
                from the nearest person, I don't know them,
they were here before me,
                                             celled up.
Slow walk, felt like a life time, so few steps..

But this is a funeral prosecution,
               is the one in front of me going to cough,
                                                                ­          sneeze..
Will they cover up or infect me, ME…
With there I don't know what's, could it be hay fever.

Could be me coughing in seven, to when I have a ventilator
shoved down my insides, I'm a breathing coffin..
        Just being buried slowly..
                                           they burn you now...
But I'm not there yet, I wash my hands.
                

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me,
        I hope I wash my hands enough to see my  
                                                            ­     next birthday.
  But I'm wishing my hand happy birthday now,
            So soar but I'm happy birthdaying all week.

We in an open prison, free but unable to escape,
               I look out my window and breath..
      The air is a lot fresher that it used to be..

Another week passes, I write lines on the wall
         of my incarceration, I'm in a cell of luxury.
But I've never felt so alone.
     Were all roses, wilting due to lack of sunlight...

You do things to me
That I cannot find words for
You always find ways
To keep me wanting more
When we are together
It feels like we’re home
When we laugh
It’s makes me never want to be alone
When we are apart
My mind always wanders back to you
My heart seems to know better than I do
And I wonder if this is just
What a real friendship is, true blue
But my heart wants to stay true to you
Unwilling devotion
The fire between us has come and gone
It seems to get stronger each time
Instead of fading out
It just roars, at times uncontrollable
Overcoming with passion, burning
Our friendship catches fire  
All the while my heart calling my head a liar
Take away my needless fears
Help me stave off these helpless tears
By laying with me behind closed doors
I’ll show you mine, you show me yours
That’s what I am..
Hopelessly.
Yours.