97M

Ninety-seven million people

Everyone is a blur

With ninety-seven million people

Chances of us ever meeting

Leave it to impossible likelihood.

But take away the 96,999,998

We are not groping in the dark

Take away the 96,999,998

Wouldn't take a rocket scientist

To know

And accept

And understand

That providence

And destiny

And perfect timing

Is working in harmony.

Because ninety-seven million people

Can leave us both paralyzed

And resigned 

And content

Left alone to tend to ourselves

And that could be disastrous.

With ninety-seven million people

There could be 

A lot of possibilities

But none is more tragic

Than when 96,999,998 people

Could hinder us

To come across

And be together.

ride

invite your friends to ride
this wind
feel it touch your face
and drive
through the darkest of the streets
as you see
your lights sliced through it.

happy thoughts drift
free floating
your anger lifts itself
as you laugh
the jokes thrown at you
you don't mind
as you step on the gas.

summer is gone
and you are all alone
the chill is taking place
you feel it in your face
everyone has left
you just sat there by yourself
you hadn't realized
that you're the one who could decide..