I’m in high school

I’m a quirky kid

went a whole year

thinking greasy hair was cool.

I mean real,

time,

not in the bottle.

Took a couple hints

to figure out why

I couldn’t get away from myself.

I’ve gone through life

wanting to figure out why

without ever finding an answer.

Simply rock and roll,

sort of a step inside,

or wallow away in wonderland

Then I think again,

lost in thought with

knowledge of its clever reality.

Life is always

ahead of ourselves,

we’re constantly wanting peace.

To find that peace

means mindfulness

a sensory sensuality.

We worry about what’s ahead,

it is just still there.

I just sipped my coffee

and it felt like I was on the waves of Jamaica.