Daniel Brothers

Is your time still rolling forward?  In that over under world Or is time now going backwards?  Are you a year younger now?  Now that you’ve went and gone away, The way of Peter Pan or Benjamin button And all of us one day. Do your birthdays, six feet under bring you closer to the start?  Or do your death days just remind us that you’re slowly falling apart. I cant say now if you’re 26, or 25, or 24?  It pains me to think how I don't know if I care anymore. Not that I do not miss you, And weep for you in my bed Not that those hard set thoughts Don’t live inside my head It just no longer truly matters if you’re 24 or 25 The numbers feel inconsequential when you’re no longer alive.  

 There is a painting on my wall That is a little crooked Its been like that for a while.  But every time I look at it,  or should I say every time I’ve looked... What is the opposite of a smile?  A frown is too short term, and also too long I’m deflecting, the painting is crooked. It has been for a long time.  Change it, Ill say, I need a hammer I’ll say, It kind of works like it is I’ll say. But it still stays crooked, it still stays off kilter Not sure if it doesn’t feel right to straighten it, Or if I’m happy enough to let it be.  There is a wall behind my painting And its looking a little crooked

 I used to be a dreamer  How bleak, its not so bad.  I still dream sometimes.  But i used to be a dreamer, My days spent in the sun My back on the ground My body under treees My eyes in the clouds When i was a dreamer  I dreamt of bright futures Of everything I’d buy with a million dollars Of everything I’d do if i could stop time Of what it would be like to fly Through pear shaped clouds  That steal my gaze from school work Or work, work.  Steal me from all the things I dreamed  I was doing.  It’s not sad that i am no longer a dreamer. Because i live the life i dreamed of,  In a city where the trains roll by my window With thousands of interesting people on them People i could one day meet I could one day get to know I could one day fall in love  The dreams are still in me.  The dreamer is not.  Because as I lie under this tree With my body in the dirt And I look up at a cloudless sky Every dream a dreamer could dream up ...

 The ground is solid on my boots, Laced solidly for the long walk. My belt, one hole tighter for the weight I’ve lost. My back, one knot tighter for the weight I’ve gained My heart, no lighter for the peace I’ve found. I set out into unfamiliar territory,  Leaving my peace in pieces behind me  To find my truth the long way round.