Children in Crashing Manic Waves

Coffee cups--don't only show up
Stacked across kitchen countertops
The purest emotion from a writer
Reveals yellow stained happiness

Whiskey, cigarettes, thousand page novels
One classical song leaving footprints
On all corners of the author's mind
A dust trail border-lining passion and obsession

Some say routine, some say compulsions
Other's, you're wrecking your life with all these
Falling in and out of heavy loves
But. . .

We swim like children in crashing manic waves
Allow ourselves to sink to the bottomless ocean of lows
And fall in love so quick the heart has to heal
Before the first kiss is given to us by soul's desire

We ride the currents of high unfiltered sweet true love

Maybe there is something to this
To allow yourself to become so consumed by
The things--the people--you absolutely love
Even if it breaks you or leaves you with a yellow smile

At least you were really alive
And felt nothing but a joy that
Had to be had until
There was no more left of it

We ride the currents of high unfiltered sweet true love