Deep Down

On cool afternoons I wonder.

I wonder how the birds fly so high

flipping and flapping in the sky,

and why they never fall.

I wonder if there really is a man on the moon

and if he waves every night,

but we just don't see him.

Maybe he waves like a mother seeing her child in a parade,

but we don't take the time to notice.

To notice the beauty in every day

and to appreciate things before they fade.

Before everything fades into the nothingness,

a state that some of us know all too well.

We know it like it's our best friend.

It grabs hold and doesn't let go

but the bounds of emptiness aren't indestructible.

We can take hold of something new,

something better than the days we never want to end.

Something that saves the people walking the streets

who you don't take the time to meet,

or say hello.

Something buried inside yourself,

that everyone told you was too good to be true.