If you happened to be floating down this river where i sit twenty minutes past twelve on this early afternoon friday you would see writing about you.

and if you could see me at quarter to twelve staring blankly at this digital screen you would see a man trying to set himself free through the tap of some keys but yet still confined to the jail cell of his mind.

Everything

My brightness of the sun
The beating to my drum
My future yet to come
You are my one.

The one who keeps me calm
And tells me to be strong
When everything feels wrong
You keep a hold of my palm.

You are the angel to my wing
My favorite name to sing
And this feeling you bring
Is worth everything.

Everything that i know
You taught me long ago
Now I whisper slow
"Please never let go."