"Hello", a popular habit,
Something we've all said before,
Until "Hey" sneaked through the cliques,
And walked through "Hello's" door.
Something gleaming in the sky,
(A shooting star they say),
Unfortunate secrets kept untold,
Helicopters left in dismay.
Fluttering around my head,
Deceiving dreams haunt me,
When I take the wrong path again,
And believing begins to haunt me.
Memories tossing themselves at my window,
Begging to be remembered,
Reluctant, I let them in,
And warily surrendered.
Breezy mornings collecting junk,
And piling them by the roads,
The dumpster trucks rattle by,
And that's the way it goes.
Waiting here impatiently,
For summer and it's lemonade,
Piling books on lazy days,
And reading beneath tomorrow's shade.
Searching for who I am,
From an interesting story so far,
A complicated mess of words,
I am and you are.