The Older We Grow, the Greater We Fear

It is envy that makes us hold our breath and fix our eyes,
if all we hold is desire, we carry an empty bag,
how often do I merely stumble over my dreams
on my way to wash up,
perhaps it's easier to forget as we grow up,
not because there is more to think about,
but we would rather think less about so many things.

Horizon

Silly shivers run up my neck when the right note is played,
and when you speak my name I smell a new book and crack the binding,
all in anticipation of a worthy tale to follow,
I hope it lasts for my whole life.