too many hours

fatigued by Alistair Chong

eyes so weary
can barely see blurry
heavy and burdened
sick of the light that's here

always similar

uncreative by Alistair Chong

emptying the words from my mind
is a surprising thing to find
a lot of the time
there are only the same words
a sign of lacking

a lot of

to the heart by Alistair Chong

a bed of grass
root for a pillow
chilly air blankets me over
not long left tonight
i'll be warm soon enough

for a reason

all night long by Alistair Chong

trying to pull one through
a night we could open up
all the way
until the dawn is upon us

missed times

routine by Alistair Chong

nearly through
by the by we go
letting it all slip by
before we could take any of it in

boxes we make

more than this by Alistair Chong

where could we go
when things get slow
why can't we find something else
something different
other than a light in the end of the sky

ideals we create

sweetheart by Alistair Chong

if we ever find each other
sitting underneath a tree
or swimming in the ocean's deep
staring at stars above
trying our best
to envision this quest
we'd be alright

through time

civility by Alistair Chong

we could sit around a fire
imagine life without a wire
we could stare into the flames
get lost in primal ways
and pretend today
never existed at all

because we could

simple things by Alistair Chong

we could find
a sense of pleasure
in anything that's out there
a dream or a sight
anything falling under light

after we're gone

repetitions by Alistair Chong

i think i find
i use the word sometimes
a few too many
i think we could all
find the right way

just another one

some kinds by Alistair Chong

such a finite possibility
in a so called infinity
that i tried to find
sure we could try
sometimes that just won't get by

this old

catching up by Alistair Chong

some kind of impossible task
well it's a bit to ask
might i answer with a sigh
shrug it off let it by
i guess i'll set to it
get going

go for good

penny in a pocket by Alistair Chong

go for as long as you could
run with your feet as fast
as the wind through a mountain

when you die

final breath by Alistair Chong

what if you had
not one more breath to take
what would you do
would you hold it
or would u scream
or what would your last words be?
would they be heard by many
or cherished at all
who would even know