Short Story

Travis and I took drives mainly just to pass the time. It was more about just being together than anything else. Travis just wanted to get away from schoolwork, his daily grind getting to him. My life was relatively ease, but I still needed to escape from my demanding parents.

He turned the dial on the stereo, just to add more noise. That’s how it was with Travis: always just more. Not to say Travis was greedy, he just had high expectations. More food, more clothing, more shifts, more money, more time. Travis judged everyone by intense standards, but no one as hard as himself. He felt he didn’t deserve much of what he had because, in the end, Travis never felt he tried hard enough. He wanted everything, but deserved nothing.
“Where we off to today?” I asked curiously. Travis remained silent for a moment, biting his light brown cheek as he made a decision.

“I was thinking maybe the lake. Really need to get away for a while.” Bitterness filled his voice.

“Was it really all that bad?” I inquired about his week.

“No, not any more so than usual. I’m just getting so sick of this shit.” Travis took the exit leading to the lake, our car headed quickly from the highway. I doubted anyone had gotten as many speeding tickets as Travis.

The music was only turned down ever so slightly when my phone rang, announcing it’s self with my favorite song. I watched the name on the screen for a moment, deciding if it would be appropriate to pick up or not. If I did, Travis would be upset, if I didn’t, Lance would think I was doing something inappropriate with Travis.

“Hey,” I said into the phone, faking my cheerfulness.

“Hi, Baby. What you up to?” Lance asked back thought the line, his deep voice still seducing with only a few words.

“Travis and I are just going up to the lake for a while. What about you?”

“I was hoping to spend some time with you today. You mind if I come out there to join you guys?” I looked at Travis, who glanced back, obviously wondering who I was speaking with.

“I don’t think that should be a problem,” I replied slowly, knowing Travis would not be happy with Lance’s addition to our company. “Just call me when you’re close. I’ll let you know where we are.”

“Okay, sweet. I love you,” Lance announced with sincerity. I swallowed uncomfortably.

“Love you, too.” As I feared Travis’s face darkened. I closed my cell phone, and Travis’s bitching began.

“Did you really invite him?” He demanded disgusted.

“Travis, he’ll only be there for a little bit. He just wants to see me.”

“I can’t believe you’re still dating that douche.” Travis turned the music up again. I reached for the dial and returned the volume to a lower level, not letting Travis get away with avoiding the conversation.

“I really don’t understand why you have such a big problem with him,” I said, staring straight at Travis.

“Lily, seriously? Do you not understand who we’re talking about?”

“There is nothing wrong with Lance!” I insisted, trying to defend my boyfriend. “Just because you guys can’t seem to get along, doesn’t make him a bad guy. You’re not the one going out with him, so you really shouldn’t worry so much.”

“Lily, I’m your best friend, and I just don’t want to see him mess with you. You know how he is.” I rolled my eyes. It was ridiculous that Travis felt it was his job to protect me from another guy.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy, and treats me really well. What’s wrong with that?”

“All the trouble he’s gotten into!” Travis nearly yelled.

“Oh, like you’ve never gotten in trouble!” I snapped back. Travis did have a colorful childhood, filled with suspension, arrests, and probation.

Travis shook his head, having nothing to say back at me. He looked out to the west where some very dark clouds were beginning to take form, the wind moving them in our direction. “Doesn’t look like we’re gonna be at the lake very long any way.”

“That’s alright,” I replied, allowing him to change the subject. “It’ll be fun no matter what.”

We navigated the twisting back roads for nearly a half hour before the blue-green lake came to sight. The glimmering water was almost too inviting, especially with the sun’s crewel rays abusing us through the windows of the truck. Travis’s air conditioning had never worked right no matter how many times he tried to get it fixed, and even with the window’s rolled down, the sweltering humid air hung around us as an unwelcome guest.

“It’s fucking hot!” Travis declared as we got closer and closer to the edge of the water. The anticipation seemed to be too much for him.

“I know,” I whined. “And we still have to change.”

“Fuck that,” Travis stated, slowing the car in a spot in the shade of the thick New York forest.

We climbed swiftly out of the car, and I watched Travis for direction. He began to strip his clothing off his lanky body, pulling his white t-shirt over his head of black hair. He watched me with his dark brown eyes as he folded his shirt and lay it on the hood of his car.

Although Travis had a number of scars scattered around his body, I had to admit that he was an attractive guy. It was no surprise of course, his mother a beautiful woman from Ecuador, and his father a handsome man of Spanish decent. From them, Travis had his high cheekbones, heart-shaped face, muscular build, and perfectly tanned brown skin

Travis undid his belt, and bent down to remove his shoes and pants. He stood in his boxers by the car for a moment to put his clothes inside, before jogging swiftly down to the lake. “You coming?” He asked once he was waist deep in the cool water. I looked down at the blue bikini I clutched in my left hand, before moving to put it on the hood and taking off my own shirt and shorts.

Travis watched me walk down the grassy edge to the lake in my plain white bra and pink underwear, pulling my long chocolate hair back into a loose bun as I went. My hazel eyes met the brown of Travis’s for a moment before I took two long steps into the lake, and dove. The water was shockingly icy for a moment, cooling every inch of my body in less than a second. I surfaced, the hot air that encountered my face confirming how good the cool of the lake felt. Travis came up for a breath next to me, relief covering every inch of his face. After a few moment’s of relaxation, Travis became bored. “You want to take a swim out to the island?”
I took a standing position on the soft muddy bottom, and looked out to the small landmass nearly half a mile from our position. Hardly able to produce even the slightest bit of vegetation, the island didn’t look like much, but for some reason every time we came to the lake, it was necessary to visit it. Today was no exception.

I nodded to answer Travis’s question, and began the short swim, alternating between breaststroke and free style every few strokes. We moved a leisurely pace, neither of us in much of a hurry to be anywhere but precisely where we where in that moment.

I took a quick break diving down a few feet to listen to the pressing silence of the water. It’s green tint gave the rocks a few feet below a beautiful color as streams of sun beams gave each it’s own spotlight. A few small fish flicked in and out of sight, their simmering silver bodies also catching the light. For a moment more I enjoyed the clarity of the fresh water, before returning to the land of oxygen.

Travis was now a few feet ahead of me, turning the situation immediately into a competition. I swam faster, catching Travis, and then continued to add speed to my stroke as he took up the challenge. We arrived on the grassy ledge laughing even as we gasped for breath. The spell dissolved and we took seats on the small shore, looking back at the car on the mainland. I collapsed to lay on my back and study the sky, noticing that the storm clouds were now very close. I watched them as the sun quickly dried my body

Travis sighed deeply, and I gazed towards him just in time to see his head turn from looking at me back to the shore. “Are you okay? You seem really off today?” Travis shrugged.

“I donno,” He stated shortly pulling his feet out of the water.

“What do you mean? What happened?” I inquired, sitting up to better show him I was listening. Travis looked at me and grimaced slightly.

“I broke up with Brooke.”

“Why?” I asked, slightly relived it wasn’t something more serious.

“I just- I really didn’t want to be with her any more.”

“Any specific reason why?” Travis shook his head.

“No. Well, not one that she could fix.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned confused.

“I just figured out that I had feelings for someone else, and it just wasn’t worth it with her.” I smiled and nudged Travis playfully.

“Oh, so who’s the lucky lady?” I joked.

“I ain’t telling you,” Travis laughed back. It was always a pleasure to see Travis smiling as it was usually a rare occurrence.

“Come on! You have to tell me.” Travis studied my face for a moment.

“No I don’t.”

“Well, fine,” I said with fake anger, following my words with a grin. Travis smiled back.

“Maybe later.”

We talked for a while longer, deciding to swim back only when the rain truly began to threaten our outing. Our journey back was at least two times longer than the one out as we splashed each other, and lost much of our energy to laughing. By the time we arrived at the shore, lightning had began to flash close by, thunder rumbling through the dense forest. Travis and I ran to the truck and made it into the cab just as the downpour began. We watched the storm over the lake as we dried our bodies with the towel Travis kept in his truck for exactly that type of situation.
As I dried my hair with the towel, Travis looked at me sideways, a mischievous spark in his eye. It was the same look he had given me since the third grade, a sign that he wanted something. I laughed. Travis’s face morphed into a crooked smile. “What?” He asked at my giggles.

“You just really haven’t changed at all.” This was a truth. Travis had always been the way he was. The first time we met he may have been much smaller, much less mature, and only eight, but in all reality, Travis was the same person: same likes and dislikes, same stubborn attitude, same set of expectations. “I mean,” I began, trying to explain myself to the perplexed look on his face. “You’re different, but you’re really the same goofy kid I met in the third grade.”
“Yeah, well, luckily, you haven’t changed much either.” I continued to smile for him, Travis watching me for a moment, before reaching for the stereo again. Ironically the next song his iPod choose for us to listen to happened to be what we had dubbed our song. MC Lyte sure did have a way of making Travis and I immediately happier with her funky eighties rap. As soon as the instrumental intro finished and the lyrics began, we sang along, making it through the chorus once before having fits of such uncontrollable laughter, neither of us could breathe for a straight minute.

“Do you remember the night we decided this was our song?” I asked once I regained my ability to speak. “That was crazy!” I continued to chuckle.

“No joke. We were both so fucked though.” I nodded, the memory’s details beginning to play in my head.

“Oh yeah, I’m surprised we didn’t have to go to the hospital.”

“Whatever, we had it under control.” I shook my head, doubting his words as I knew each of the images that came to mind were of a world spinning in an unreal fashion around me.

“I think my favorite part was in the park. You know, right before I went home.”

“Yeah,” Travis laughed again. “We sat on that bench for so long. Remember?” Our excited reminiscing immediately turned to a strained silence.

Of course I remembered the bench. The alcohol in my system elevating emotions, I had cried on Travis’s shoulder for almost fifteen minutes. As I was still torn up about the end of my last relationship, Travis allowed me to use him as an outlet for venting. I cried and cried, all the while Travis assuring me that everything was all right. He told me how great I was, and how my ex must have been out of his mind for letting me go. He told me he loved me, if it counted for anything. I loved him too. Travis had cracked a joke about how bad of a kisser my old boyfriend must have been. I had told him he was right, Travis succeeding to place a smile back on my face. Smoothly, Travis had announced that he was certain he was better at locking lips than the other man.

Travis hadn’t been lying. As soon as I told him he needed to prove it, Travis leaned in, placing his lips masterfully on my own. It was my first proper kiss, Travis doing his very best, cupping my face lightly in his hands as he conveyed his love through his lips. Our first kiss lasted only a few short moments, but as soon as he pulled away, I drew him back.
We were interrupted by a phone call, a few minutes into our passionate connection, Travis had no choice but to pick up for his mother, the only person he ever spoke Spanish to. As he spoke with her, I looked down at my own phone. A large number of missed calls appeared, all of the friends we had left behind obviously worried about our wellbeing.
Travis hung up his phone, apologizing as he told me he had to go meet up with his mother. She was angry. With that, Travis sprinted from me, leaving me alone in the dark to call my other friends.

The next day, Travis and I didn’t speak about it at all. He never allowed it to be mentioned. Not until now, two years later.

Travis looked bitterly at the stereo in our silence, before reaching forward to turn it off. Travis wanted more of my attention. “I was serious when I said I loved you, Lily.” I looked down at my hands and back at Travis’s unsmiling face.

“I was too,” I murmured. Travis looked incredibly torn between two options.

A loud honking from behind our car brought the silence to an end. I looked out the back of the truck to see Lance pulling up in his parent’s suburban. I grinned at him, sliding my shirt on as Lance parked and exited his car. I also climbed out of my vehicle, the rain having subsided, running into Lance’s arms as soon as I could. He placed a strong kiss on my lips, one I returned with all my heart. Lance held me for an extra heavenly second. “Nice outfit,” Lance laughed, noticing my lack of pants. “You two getting it on in there or something?” I looked over at Travis who now had his pants on again, and was pulling his shirt over his head.

“I couldn’t do that to you,” I assured Lance, pecking his lips again. I looked up into Lance’s handsome face, scanning his sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and beautiful bone structure a few inches above me. Lance was not necessarily a traditionally attractive man, but he had certain quirks about him that made me swoon every time I saw him, even though we had been dating a year now.

“Well, you wanna get our of the rain?” Lance asked, jerking his head towards the car he had arrived in. I shrugged.

“You mind if we head back, Travis?” Travis gave me a hard look.

“No, I mean, I was hoping to stay longer, but the weather sucks. Get back in. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I was thinking she could come back with me,” Lance said, though he sounded rather decided for only just thinking up this plan.

“I drove her out here, I’m gonna bring her back.” The two men exchanged glares. “You’re gonna come with me, right, Lily?” I looked at Travis and then Lance.

“Well, Travis, I was hoping to spend some time with Lance. We can hang out afterwards though.”

“Seriously?” Travis spat.

“Travis, I just spent all morning with you!” Travis shook his head, gave me an ugly look and climbed into his truck. “One second, Lance,” I sighed before hastening over to the truck before Travis could get away. “Travis, please calm down,” I said after opening the door on the passenger’s side.

“Lily, you’re choosing that bitch over me?”

“What the hell Travis? Why do you have such a big problem with him?”

“He’s gonna do the same thing he did last time! It’s gonna end up the same way!”

“Travis, why would you say that?” My eyes began to sting, the painful memories cutting their way through me.

“I don’t want to see you get hurt like that again. I love you too much to let that happen. You really think that he changed? He doesn’t give a fuck about you!”

“Go to hell!” I yelled back, angry tears now sliding down my cheeks. I grabbed my pants and shoes out of his truck, and slammed the door shut. I pushed past Lance to get in his car as Travis’s truck roared and sped off down the road. Confused, Lance climbed into the driver’s seat after standing still for a moment, watching me cry in his car.

“What did he say?” Lance asked carefully.

“Nothing,” I insisted, attempting to dry my face with my shorts.

“No, seriously, Lily, what happened?”

“Lance, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Memoirs: Things Like That Never Happened

It was the last full day of my adventure to New York City. I loved the city and was nowhere near ready to leave. All the different people, cultures, and food: it perplexed me as to how anyone could not enjoy all the wonderful elements of a place with so much life.

Today, though sadly the last time I could take pleasure in my paradise, was going to be a good day. Just being with Sarah and Kamilla would guarantee that. So, as I rode the train from Rye to Grand Central Station, I was filled with excitement, though my exhausted body refused to allow me to show it. After the train, a ten-block walk was in store for me. I didn’t mind though. There was so much to look at.

With my expressionless face, I approached a group of men being led out of a UPS looking truck, one that lacked any logos. Their handcuffs assured me that they were not involved in the delivery business. I didn’t take much mind of them until I was in front of the group and my skin began to feel the pressure of all their eyes.

“Don’t forget to smile for me, Baby,” one of them said, a charming smile lighting up his dark brown face when my eyes met his gaze. Whatever this man may have done in his forty or so years of life for society to label him as a convict, in that moment, it didn’t matter.

“I’ll try,” I replied with a short giggle, giving him the grin he asked for.

“Aight, have a good day!” He bid me.

“You too!” As I walked on, confidence added to my step, I began to remember to smile for even the most angry city walker. Men going out of their way to make my day: that never happened.
As I neared the hotel Sarah and Kamilla were staying at, I decided to call them, realizing I had not yet warned them I was close. A short conversation with Sarah resulted in my having to kill twenty minutes. As there was always a Starbucks within a block radius from any position, I decided to waste time there, getting a coffee to wake me up.

Choosing a drink was constantly a chore. Of course I often wanted the sweetest, most fattening drink, but the mental guild of having such a treat was not worth it. Because the day felt special though, I decided to go for the middle ground. A Mocha was tastier than a regular coffee, but had a slightly lower calorie count than the rest of the menu. With my coffee I searched for a seat, bitterly staring down at the drink I didn’t really want. It was a sad truth that I would deny myself my desires simply to make sure I looked good to men I didn’t even know. Even worse, I was not one of those girls who was often told my sacrifices were paying off.

Sarah and Kamilla took longer than the twenty minutes they promised, but eventually joined me at my table in Starbucks. We discussed options as to what to do for the rest of the day, finally deciding that, after a short stop in So Ho, Cooney Island was our best idea.

The three of us ventured out into the streets of New York, making our way towards the Times Square subway station. We passed face after face, taking no more notice of the strangers than they did of us, that is until one face stood out from the crowd in a crosswalk.

I picked up my pace slightly, as to stand out slightly more to him from my two female friends. He was a attractive young man, standing around six foot two with deep, chocolate brown eyes, a pair of large lips, and his curly black hair cut close to his scalp. Exactly my type. With my confidence meter still running high, I dared to look straight at him, even when he noticed my eyes staring at him. I even felt strong enough to keep the eye lock we had engaged in for longer than the socially accepted half a second. He challenged me with a smile, one I returned before raising my eyebrows at him.

“Damn girl!” It was straight out of a movie. He made a point to pivot as he walked just to continue to watch me, but I was so in shock any man would ever take such notice of me, I couldn’t even udder a response. I glanced back once, but continued to walk across the street, letting the opportunity pass. I didn’t mind though, his short words had made me feel better about myself than ever before.

Sarah and Kamilla, both shorter than me, struggled to keep up with my long strides, Kamilla finally grabbing hold of my arm, and forcing me to look at her. Shock was written all over her face, her blue eyes wide with disbelief.

“What did you do to him?” She demanded, looking behind us again towards the young man. So I hadn’t been imagining it. Kamillia and Sarah saw it too. Strange that for once this was a reality, for things like that never happened to me.

Peaty and the Lions

Jaja and Zera had been brought to the Bronx Zoo only one night before. Their new home was strange, with trees that didn’t quite seem right, water that didn’t quite taste good, and with strange people watching them all day.

After a long day of trying to get used to their new home, the two cubs retreated to the back of their pen exhausted. They chose to sleep under the safety of a great tree, but just as they were falling asleep, they heard rustling from the enclosures that neighbored them. Once again curious, the siblings walked over to the fence to ask the gorillas what was going on.

Big Mama, one of the kindest and most respected gorillas, stopped when her companions didn’t, willing to inform the cubs what was happening. “The animals are going to listen to what the Zoo keeper is going to do with the older Zebras.”
“What do you mean?” Jaja asked confused.
“When animals get too old to live here any more, they are taken to a different place, and we don’t see them again,” Big Mama replied calmly. This frightened the cubs, and they ran to the back of their pen.

“We can’t let that happen to us!” Zera exclaimed. “I don’t want to be stuck here not knowing what happened to you Jaja.” Jaja shook his head, agreeing that being separated from his sister would be awful, even if it was far in the future at this point.
“We must escape before it’s too late,” Jaja decided, searching the cage for an exit. And then he saw it, a small hole in the wire net near the top of the great tree. “Come, Zera.” Zera followed her brother up the great tree to the highest branch where the cubs took a great leap to make it out of the small hole in the wire net, squeezing through to the outside world.

Once the lions had made it out of the Zoo’s gate, they felt happy and safe. Only for a moment though, for large metal vehicles rushed by making awful roaring sounds, scaring the cubs. And what was worse, when the siblings saw a woman walking down the street she screamed with terror shortly after seeing them. Knowing that if something so much bigger sensed danger, the cubs dashed away, finally finding a tree to hide next to. Eventually the pair fell asleep.

When morning came, the fear from the night before melted away from the cubs, but they were hungry. They smelled the wonderful sent of meat, and with their stomachs growling, followed their noses to its location.

They found their prize in the hands of a small boy sitting on a bench. Slowly, the cubs made their way to the bench, sitting on the ground next to the boy, and looking up at him hopefully. “Hey,” The boy said, a wide grin covering his dark brown face. “What’s up?” He asked the cubs, and they began to meow, nearly begging for the food now. The boy looked at the hot dog he was eating, realizing that it was what the lions wanted. “Oh, I get it,” the boy said, and then split the hot dog in half, giving half to Zera and half to Jaja. “I’m Peaty by the way,” The boy said introducing himself to the cubs.

Peaty, Jaja, and Zera spent the day together, Peaty showing the lion cubs the new world of what he called New York City. They took a noisy snakelike thing made out of metal to a different part of the city. Peaty hid the cubs in his backpack, saying that they were not really allowed on “the subway.”

The small group weaved their way through the enormous buildings and hot streets, more of the loud metal vehicles rushing everywhere. Thousands of people passed them, all of different shapes, sizes, and colors. It was all new and exciting to the cubs.

Peaty took them to the center of all the buildings where a lush park existed, and the three played for many hours on the lawns, in the trees, and even in some of the playgrounds. When it began to get late in the day again, Peaty snuck the cubs onto the subway in his backpack again, and then brought him to his house once they were back to where the boy had met the cubs.

Peaty made them food in his small apartment, cooking all the meat he could find. The cubs feasted until their bellies were so full they were sure they might explode. Peaty also made himself dinner once he was sure the cubs were satisfied, and then all of them watched a movie on the couch. The cubs were tired though, and they quickly fell asleep.

Peaty’s mother, Miss Vasser soon came home, and was surprised to see the lions sitting with her boy. She asked Peaty about them, and he told her about his day with the lions. Miss Vasser could see that the Jaja and Zera brought her son much joy, but knew that as they grew, she would not be able to support both her son and the lions. Reluctantly, Peaty agreed to return the cubs to the zoo.

Jaja and Zera were no longer scared at the zoo though. Peaty came to visit them almost daily, making sure that they were always taken care of. Sometimes he would even bring the pair treats, and did so for many years, the lions growing older as Peaty into a young man.

When it came to the day that Jaja and Zera were too old to be in the Zoo any longer, they were worried, especially when Peaty didn’t show up to say good bye. The zoo keepers lead them out into crates and they were shipped away from the Bronx, out of New York and into a suburb outside of the city in West Chester County.

When they were finally allowed off the trucks and out of the crates, the first thing the cubs saw was Peaty! He had bought a large plot of land, and set up the backyard for the lions to live in. And so it was, Peaty, Jaja, and Zera had many, many happy years together in their wonderful new home.

Stream of Conscious poem

The fuel of life,
Flowing as we cut through time, for what else is there to do?
Going against the paths obviously cut for us,
There is nothing wrong with going against the will of others,
But to be against your own being, what kind of sick mind would do such a thing?
Some of us are lovers, some haters,
Some in places between, others in seats none could imagine,
Every single human an ordinary masterpiece!
Part of a wonderful whole,
Yet so different from the crowd to be considered a being that does not fit in the least bit.
Each work of genius necessary for the complete set to function,
We need them all,
The disturbed murders,
The innocent children,
The people larger than life in the eyes of all,
And the person who is life in the eyes of just one,
Those who do good,
Those who are labeled as felons,
Without them, how else could this world be fueled?
How else could we vibe through our passageway?

Imitation Poem-Naming the Stars by Joyce Sutphen

This present tragedy with eventually turn into myth,
The pain of this moment will fade in the memory of those not present,
And yes, they will tell of it,
But by then it will be simply a story,
Lacking the emotion we now share.

This will be another one of those loose changes,
A random place, choice of death, and person,
But is it truly random,
I think it more so the selection of those worthy only at the point they were at,
Any longer on this earth, and their perfection would have been ruined.

Look, we will say,
You can see them in the fourth dimension of time,
Captured in all their essence of the way you remember them,
Never again can they let you down, or cause you pain,
A poor trade for never again allowing them to fill your life with warmth and joy.

Narrative Poem

The heat poured down on us,
The sun abusing us with it’s rays,
It didn’t matter though,
We were close now.

With a quick change,
Well, one that wasn’t so quick,
The line for the stalls was long,
Sweaty bodies harder to strip of clothing.

Wait. Wait. Wait.
All three of us were ready,
The cool ocean only a few hundred feet away,
The beach was crowded, but at this point, that was not a concern.

The unlucky one of our posse had to wait again,
This was Brooklyn, you couldn’t just leave valuables with anyone,
Us champions headed for the disease ridden water,
This was Brooklyn, what could you expect?

With the Garbage and other happy beach goers,
In we went,
The small waves no impact,
The water cool enough, cool enough for us.

Once our third was free to also swim,
A walk, one with people watching,
Grins, whistles, hoots,
All added to our joy.

Bold

To make a statement,
To echo through time,
To live the life of Gods,
To be alive.

Be brave,
Be extraordinary,
Be that which other’s wish they were,
Be the exception.

Go forth into the unknown,
Go do the things that scare you the most,
Go live a story worth reading,
Go towards your destiny.

No second thoughts,
No regrets,
No faults,
No letting opportunities pass by.

Do what you truly want to,
Do everything that comes to mind,
Do things off your own accord,
Do all in your power to make sure life is planed by you,
You and every inch of you that is now BOLD.

ADHD

Attention problems.
Perhaps they’re the ones with the problem,
Being stuck in one place—wouldn’t that be awful,
Trees, Transformers, Teal, I like to tour many topics,

Dwelling on one, how can you do that?
Math is fine for a moment,
But then it’s off to pumpkins,
And then a starry sky after that,

Give me a book, and a page I’ll read,
Give me a song, and we won’t make it to the end,
It’s a waste to not enjoy all the pieces of life,

Perhaps we could travel through our minds,
All the twists and turns giving us a real story to tell,
For how boring would it be to stay in just one place,
On just one path,

Let’s go on an adventure,
We have time to spare,
Let’s go build a story,
One that everyone wishes to hear,

But just don’t tell me to focus now,
For I have no time to let all these opportunities pass me by,
I need to experience what we can before I die,

So I look out the window at a magical world,
So I speak of music when the topic is science,
But do not judge my attention span,
As you are jealous of the world I live in.