All Things Are From Ourselves

No one is beta by choice
Some are alpha by chance;

All we need sometimes
Is someone to save us
From the world and
From ourselves:

All things are from ourselves.

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How I Met Your Mother

When we were together, it was your thing
When we are not together, it is my thing;

I never saw it as part of my idea (of you)
Maybe you saw me as part of the idea (of it);

Some people live their lives in a fairytale
Other people live their lives in a sitcom;

Then there are some
Who don’t live at all.

 

Small Boys with Big Dreams

I remember when I was a little boy I used to

Have a friend who wanted
To go to Yale to read law;

Another friend who wanted
To drive a manual sports car;

The former is now doing
Something else back home;

The latter is now doing
Nothing to get his driving license;

I spoke to them recently:
They don’t even remember these things.

I guess
People grow up,
Dreams grow old,

Yet forever in time we once were
Small boys with big dreams.

(Happy Birthday Sean.)

Capped R8

It was a quiet ride barred
from the constant odd hum the Japanese engine made.

I decided to break the ice and asked him if
the car was nice to drive and he told me it depended on
how I defined nice. Back to silence it was,
the night was still young and our hearts were still hungry.

An R8 whizzed by. We caught up and landed beside. A young boy in a cap.
My traveling companion might have thought, nice car.
I was thinking, where did he get the money from?

We were both young men trying to survive in a world inside our Grab car
and a world outside. Maybe we wished we were in the R8, or maybe not.
Must have been his parent’s car or money. That is far from satisfying for us.

Soon the journey came to an end. I took the lift up,
and he took another trip out.

The night was still young and our hearts were still hungry.