Aquickbreak

Even though it's back to the grind,
Fate has a way of saying "I'm still kind."
I get to take some time off work,
And spend it with a stupid smirk.

We drive around, and pay two bucks,
And walk around in cold, which sucks.
And shiver and chatter until we're blue,
But, hey, it's time I get to spend with you.

And we drop a few thou' on an education,
In a school with the first educational TV station (in the nation!)
And they tell you, "Wait. In Tempore,"
Until you're tired, or broke, or poor.

It's a toil, and maybe a trial,
And you and I both know it's taking a while,
But, you know, I can't help but smile,
Having a reason to spend more time with you.

Normal

Finally, things are back to normal,
Though not normal, like I'd like them to be.
I'd like normal to be independent wealth,
And a vacation every day.

And I'd like normal to be peaceful,
Quiet. And without neighbors yelling
Or slamming doors.
Or stomping around. Or being annoying.

And normally, we'd get to go on adventures,
And normally, we'd hang out.
And normally, we'd talk about life,
Though we couldn't really talk about what had happened to us that day, as we would have already been there.

But normal normal is fine by me,
As I normally get to see you.
And we normally spend a nice evening together.
And we normally have lots of great times.

Mrow

Some may find it very odd
That we take them out, and poke and prod,
And put them in a tiny cage.
I wonder if they get enraged.

Our babies are babies, but not human ilk,
But furry, and fuzzy, and favoring of milk,
And as important to us as are
The children of others they declare with stickers on the backs of a van or car.

They carry our love when it gets to much to carry,
And like a treasure, they'd horde and they'd bury
It if they had a good place to do so,
One that doesn't smell like doo. So...

And while they may protest,
And say that my motives only bring them distress,
I don't mind saying it, 'cause it's true:
It gives me another reason to spend time with you.

The Last Day (Before Things Go Back)

It's like an eventide,
Where we're stuck between night and day.
And there we stand,
On the end of the universe.

We had everything.
Everything!
And now, we have to share
With the rest of existence.

I'm selfish. So are you.
We don't like to have to share,
But time plays us
Like instruments.

So, stare up at the cerulean sky,
And shout defiantly at the universe.
And maybe, just maybe,
We'll get another second to split between the two of us.

A Brand New Day

A brand new day we have
To do what we want,
When we want,
And nothing gets in our way.

A kite unfurled, flies
Through the clouds, skies,
And always, always it will rise,
Flying higher, it never dies.

We can have something like that kite,
Always aloft, alove, alight.
Through the day, noon, or night,
And kites can always be in flight.

A brand new day we have,
A day free of obligations.
We can lounge about
Or do something else. Who knows?

A New Year

A new year
Mustn't be a blue year.
It can be a true year,
One without new fear.

And the resolutions
With encourage evolutions,
Changes, alters, revolutions,
No ambiguities or convolutions.

A brand new year,
With a brand new plan
To take the world
And make demands.

A brand new year,
A brand new world
Is waiting out there
To be unfurled.

Get Ready!

Get ready to hear:
"I haven't done such and such
All year."

Get ready to cringe,
Because our neighbors will
Most likely binge.

Get ready, for you know,
This time of year only comes around
Every 365 days or so.

Get ready, it's not so bad,
One thing ends, another begins,
It's what's to be had.

Get ready (again) to hear,
That I'm glad I get to spend with you
Another wonderful year.