What happens next?
How do you react?
Sitting on this small park bench
waiting in the winds while the trees undress
I look for a path that could change the past
All the words I speak are just continuous ideas I seek
Planning out my future like I am supposed to know who to be
Sitting on a park bench with the Autumn leaves
conversing with myself of what I actually want and need
Well I will truly never know until I succeed
but success is just an optimist of serenity
and sometimes even greed
So for now I will just sit on this park bench
with the calm and cooling breeze
Just being happy that I am me
Oh, Acorn Park
Do you miss us there by your heart?
Where are your old trees and bench
That beckoned us way back then?
Now you’ve a stone surround.
No matter ~ new lovers will come
Your spring shines with silver spangled light
That is best when week’s end is nigh.
Sitting on the park bench,
looking out at the pond,
where the ducks
I think back to
the blunt we shared
on this very bench.
And I wonder…
why I was only granted