The Ride

Is it my fault though? 
For wanting someone who will recognize my melancholic smile?
For wanting someone to share the heartache that is life with? 
For wanting someone who will steal glances at me when I’m not paying attention 
The same way I do with them 
Because I can’t possibly absorb their beauty completely 
So all I can do is keep trying 

I don’t know if this poem is about a person I’m imagining 
or the city that I’m living in 
It brings out all of me 
The best and the worst of me 
The beauty and the pain in me 

Is it my fault that I never want the ferry ride to end? 
That I want to sail endlessly 
In a sea of intersecting worlds and incomprehensible wonder 
Between the clouds and the waves 
Suspended by the rules of buoyancy and density 
Not really, but almost defying gravity 
Just close enough to believe that to fly is not so close to dreams as it is to reality 

But sleep is not forever 
So to wake up is inevitable 
And the brief escape must end 
Always 

Rise and continue the journey 
They say that therein lies true bravery 
So here’s to making it through the maze of heady hope turned to hopeless haze 
Here’s to taking on the unpredictable quest, day by day