disparate thoughts

From the time I was six
I have loved to look at things
With a passing grin
That this is too sad
This is too wild
But what the heck
It all will pass

Puppy love and deep anger
Regret and passion
Nothing endures
Yet I strive
In my mind
To live a life
Melting illusions into deep passions.

my house

There is a place where things happen
There is a place where life zips
It isn’t my imagination
But I think my house trips.

I run and wander
Every day
Not a moment to ponder
Life zips
As I sit
In my house that trips

It walks me into
Places I never thought
I would conquer
Leads me to ideas
That would never occur
Call me superstitious
Or mentally spacious
But ever since I entered
My feet have never centered
Life skips
In my house that trips.