The Move

At the counter, movie tickets to buy
A pretty girl and me
Pull my wallet out like a loaded guy
And now I'm floundering

Only 20 bucks, this is the worst
The tickets cost twenty-two
Of course she wouldn't bring her purse
What am I gonna do?

Digging through the floor of my car
While she texts and looks at the time
Found a dollar fifty-four so far
All in pennies and dimes

Step into the movie 20 minutes late
Amid the credits we look for a seat
I point out a section to my date
And our journey is almost complete

Reaching the top of the flight of stairs
Distracting the viewers around
Together we find a pair of chairs
I notice the armrest is down

Into the seat, now what should I do?
What would she prefer?
Ask "Hey, can I put my arm around you?"
Or just pull "the move" on her?

Lift my arms up with a sigh
This my victory or crack of doom
When quite abruptly she stands high
She has to use the bathroom

Sitting alone I'm quite perplexed
How could it take this long to pee?
When in a dawning moment I realize next
She pulled a parting move on me.

Stepping Over the Page

It hurts to envision the imminent
You've been left behind
Watch my feet race each other
Keep reality from my mind

Bringing up the rear is permanent
But when I look to each side I find
Children, fathers, and mothers
Walking with me, equally blind

All struggling with the same omnipotence
Forcing this path on mankind
With so many our path smothered
Yet solitude.

The future is written in words we cannot read
Walking through pages words become our feet

Characters in literature,
Leaping for the last page
Landing in the next sentence
This book will last an age

It doesn't matter to be mature
When nothing matters in a moment
When you're just being written and read
Just another wretched component

In an odyssey so massive
So dark yet so very litten
There's no time for us to be passive
Our story needs to be written.