What Is and Isn't

young kid
play and play
grow up
toys away

bad directions
no map
waiting hours
wrong line

reach high
fall low
grab the middle
nothing there

fucking mess
scribble down
what Is
what isn’t

pieces fly
train wreck
three car collision
one survivor

Ghost in the machine

It questions my heart

I write down answers

It throws them away

It crosses the line

Breaks me apart

Then puts me back together

It lashes out in anger
Then takes it all back

But not with words

It measures expectations

In all that you give

But not a return

It makes me dig deep
For a heart of gold
That it wont let me find

It falls away gently
From the corner of my eye

Wanting me to follow

The ghost will return

It doesn’t know when

But by then I'll be gone