Suddenly as fast as I visit sleep then awake do I to the late night,

Not a pleasant adventure as tired is my mind, body, and eyes.

Stories are told by me, seen over and over as I lay there awake,

Television shows In detail, memories played repeatedly,

Thoughts of the day, thoughts of many yesterdays come to mind.

Good or bad, I can’t sleep as my brain try’s to figure out and

Understand that which can’t be ever changed, endless headache.

When sleep does not visit there Is no clue to what wanders the mind,

Why these life experiences keep me searching for answers always.

When sleep does not visit me then I must turn to fantasy for sleep.

Keith Garrett

They said you went away, you disappeared without a word,

What made you leave and not say to any a loving goodbye.

I heard about places where you might have gone,

Traveled did i to many a town, not a clue to your whereabouts.

It’s been quite awhile now, memories enter my mind,

People come and go in this world, we’re lucky to have known

Wherever you went, whatever you’re doing, i only hope,

A thought that your life is great and that you’re safe.

I’m pretty sure that god is watching over you anyway,

If ever you need me, i’m easily found, i’ll be thinking of you.

Keith Garrett

So badly have i wanted to go back to where i belong,

A house in a place where friends once visited and played.

Going back where everything has changed, nothing the same,

There are times when all dream about making that trip back.

It’s never the same when you try to go away back in time,

Getting back home, so many times we wish, but where is home.?

A fantasy in our minds as time moves forward and we journey on,

We can travel back and see it for what it is but only in our thoughts of yesterday.

Getting back home, home is today, where we stand, older as we continue to dream.

Keith Garrett

Have you ever been In a cave, was It light wandering In,?

Did you venture further Into the dark, cold, wondering.?

How far In do you think this cave of darkness really goes,?

Caves exist all over the world, many different and unusual types.

Bears are known to be a common visitor as well as other animals,

Who can say how long these caves have been there and what stories.

Maybe things of treasure have been burried and rest In there for centuries,

Are there those lost for such a long time now a part of every cave of darkness.?

Many have explored and searched for hidden valueables throughout time,

How many were lost, those whom walked out were and are the fortunate ones.

A cave of darknes, mystery and adventure.

Keith Garrett

Don’t go anywhere, this is your day to see a piece of the world,

A chance for you to stop for just a short time and look around.

See the day, stand and watch the sunrise as it is early morning,

Awake are the birds, nature is alive working always to survive.

A slight breeze, feel It as there is no other place for you to be,

Watch the branches dance as the shadows follow along.

See the beautiful, blue, sky, maybe a few clouds drifting on by,

See the day, watch the people moving, wandering many different ways.

Notice the beauty of plants you take each day for granted, beauty seen,

See the sun travel as time ticks away, soon the end of your rare, never forgotten day.

See the day, never to busy to see the beginning or end to your everyday.

Keith Garrett

Alone, high above the wandering ocean is where I spend my day,

Wind can not be seen but it makes a sound, feel It all around.

Thinking Is a constant thing that I do, Free under a clear sky I can breathe,

The sun shines high In the sky, somewhere beyond, heaven watches down.

For miles and endless miles from so up high I can see forever the ocean wide,

There are birds and seagulls soaring across the sky, I stand here wondering about life.

Where I am Is oh! so high but what Is high, to reach above and touch the stars,

Waves crashing against the rocks with a powerful force, such an awesome sound.

Above the world It seems as this view from a cliff Is a most amazing sight,

With the dark of night approaching, I say goodbye to a beautiful place.

Keith Garrett

I’m sorry I couldn’t get you to listen, you didn’t want to hear,

So sorry when I tried to explain, you responded with a hand to my face.

I couldn’t quite understand when you asked a question of me,

I had no time to finish with an answer, to attack was all you could understand.

You didn’t listen, or understand, because you showed no care, what a man,

I was not a child of perfection, I’m sorry you had to teach me with pain.

Never would you believe in me whether right or wrong,

I saw the anger on your face, did the raising of your hand make you feel strong.

You had no right, did you even think, I was just a kid, you were suppose to be a man,

I’m sorry you had your problem, do you remember being a boy,

Did your dad use a belt like you, well Mr. I’ll always remember your name.

Keith Garrett

From where my world began throughout my travels to different lands,

The history of my life up until this point has been written and put in a box.

I’m still young, but what is young, a number attached to the years lived here,

It’s a feeling inside, energy that you put out and the wanting of life keeps you young.

If I ever grow old then I’ll have been the lucky one, given a gift of more time to dream,

My book of life will be full of pages that describe who I am and then one day was.

There will be many thoughts and memories of a mans life, pictures of my existence,

Will I be forever remembered or perhaps thought of by those still living.

Will only the name of me, that which was given be all that rests of my life,

If I ever grow old will I be of good health and mind to sit back in a rocking chair

So that my children or Grandchildren may listen to me as I share my thoughts.

If I ever grow old then to the lord I’ll thank for this book of life full of stories told.

Keith Garrett

They were two growing up as children, a town that still exists,

Ages does it just as in some ways a boy and girl grow slowly older.

I remember you both, names for souls whom i once knew in a place,

A wonderful town where for me dreams were a beginning in my mind.

An elementary school high on a hill is where you, a young boy played,

A school yard of kickball and many other games, your voice echoes today.

You , a girl remembered back at a Jr. high where friends are heard in the wind,

Through high school two would travel then beyond that a new road to walk.

Although i haven’t seen you for thirty years I see that you two have been blessed,

Love for a lifetime, a rare and special gift, a book of your lives, chapters to be written.

Keith Garrett

Not in god have I lost my faith but in society, the human race,

Back stabbing liars, it may be that they are friend or foe.

Family, there can be nothing more Important or precious in life,

In the end at times it is that strangers they’ve become, a tragedy it is.

The work place, to give your heart and soul for such a long while,

No more words do they speak as their backs are turned on you.

Soon we’ll have no name, a number is all that remains, so Insane,

Around our world, deception, crime, and corruption never go away.

Losing faith, again not with god In heaven but in what Is called humanity,

Not about negativity or being of positive thoughts, something is wrong.

We are at the mercy of an entity, those we do not see, power and money Indeed,

There is no control for us the average mortal being, we live in the lions den.

Keith Garrett