Popcorn

I'm just a bag of kernels
till you put me in that box
and push the little buttons, BEEP
till all my kernels pop
I'm hot and fresh and steamy
my aroma is amazing
I'm ready to sit down with you
so you can get to grazing
and if you put your tongue on me
you know I'll stick right to it
I know you want to eat me
and I'm begging you to do it
and when you're through with me, you'll see
there's just an empty bag
that once held the best popcorn
that you think you'll ever have

life is in the wrinkles

life is in the wrinkles
over, up, around and through
there is magic for the taking
waking up and breaking through
there's a path that leads to nowhere
but the places on the way
there's a new light in the sky that rises
each and every single day

life is in the questions
that will never be resolved
rising up like all the problems
that we're never meant to solve
it sounds like all the voices
that we hear inside our mind
passing through us boldly
like the passing of our time


life is in the changes
that can never be slowed down
spinning through a hedge maze
getting lost just to be found
throwing all our punches
just so we can hear the sound
burying our conciseness
deep inside the fertile ground

life is in the stories
that nobody ever hears
people long forgotten
living only for their tears
life is in the struggle
in the hustle and the flow
life is all the answers
that no one will ever know

life is in the colors
that will turn to black and white
when the sun is far behind us
and the day has turned to night
and as the world's revolving
everything repeats again
from the ending to the middle
to the place where we begin