Hallelujah!

This could be another one of those days
Where absolutely everything is going my way
I said, hey ain't nothing gonna bring me down

There'll be no storm clouds to rain on my parade
Ain't nothing gonna bring me down

I've never felt so happy with L-O-V-E
What other word were you thinking of?
Are you great, are you wonderful, are you splendid?
I think it's all of the above.

So listen to my stories about sunshine-filled mornings
Ain't nothing gonna bring me down

Inhale the smell of sleep hanging on my pillows
Ain't nothing gonna bring me down

I've always wondered what would happen
If I tried to drive straight ahead?
Would there be a detour, a shortcut or something more?
I just hope you're there at the end

Because ain't nothing gonna bring me down!

Forgotten

I whispered to the moon, "Can you hear me?"

I needed to someone to listen in on what was weighing me down. For once, I didn't seem to care even though I was shackled to a brick wall awaiting a sentence. My jacket was now in shreds and the zipper ruined beyond repair, much how I felt. I was in a fight with myself with the stress and pressure closing in. Nothing much was new, but for some reason, those obstacles seemed to stay afar as though I had cast a shield around my soul. However, I knew that this was only a temporary solution. I wasn't strong enough to deal with this on my own.

My slender shadow flowed gently against the concrete floor as if to prove my point. You cannot allow shadows to define yourself. I'm not one to follow my own advice. I could still picture her face and wished she was next to me for support, if not help. I didn't realize how much I counted on her until now. I wouldn't dare reveal that, for fear she too would buckle under imaginary pressure.

Dignity was a luxury I couldn't afford, so I sat there and cried with no one to wipe my face. The salty tears crawled down my dirty cheeks, cleaning my battered face. There's nothing worse than silently suffering.

Any moment now, I was to be unchained and forced to put a bold line through my name in the roster, initiating my "resignation" from The Underground. There wasn't much time left, and I was trying to make the most of it. I revisited the best times of my life. An escape plan wasn't possible, and because I ignored that possibility, I relived those times we sat on the porch swing and the visits in the basement of that broken home. They were all gone, and soon I would join them among the forgotten victims of a civil war.

I saw hope in that full moon and looked up to it in search of an answer.

Driver Tonight

I look at the clock, it's 11:45
I'm waking up with you by my side
Trapped inside this travelling car
Head against the glass looking up at the stars

You're the only one I want to drive with tonight
You're the only one that can drive me right
You take the hill roads nice and easy
So I don't get super queasy
Be my driver tonight

I never know where we go
The map's a myth so let's ride real slow
Let's travel on despite conditions
Let's fight for our own traditions

Because you're the only one I want to drive with tonight
You're the only one that can drive me right

Looks like we're lost, but we're following the streetlights
Don't wake up the neighbors though you probably wouldn't mind

Can we pull over?

Evergreen

I'm walking down the hall
and I see your pretty face
And if I fall for you
I'll put my arms out just in case

I find myself asking
Will we ever meet again?
Was this our first goodbye?
Or was it just coincidence

Sometimes I wonder
If you're a witness to my blunders
Then again sometimes I don't care

There's no rhyme or reason
to my little acts of treason
It's part of my cross to bear

You're the courtesan of cute
and I've got everything you need
But it's not something
that you want

Showers

Her name was Rain
and she smelled like the after math
of a hundred storms upon
my backyard
The dew, the perfect accent
to my perfect evening
The one I spent with
Rain
Lost in the middle of nowhere
Falling apart in the needles of her
lost desire
Her heart, beating against mine
Beating against my chest like the
Rain

Is this love shallow like the waters we frequent?
Is this excessive or simply misunderstood? The End.

Rain, here it comes, pouring on me like a sudden rest.
Drenching me enough to sleep in your presence, Rain