Trapped Doors And Trapped Minds

I'd rather there be trapped doors than trapped minds.
For every trapped door one can stop and think in time.
But for those with trapped minds, clearly lead ahead not knowing what they'll run into.

It all begins

Daylight begins.
I contain the summer heat.
I bring out the postal cards to write you independently.
I belong in that field.
I belong to something new.
I belong to the summer heat with my postal cards, writing to you.


Children at play, with teenage romance.
I look beyond my eyes to keep this moment.
Midnight comes and the night gets cold.
But I'll remember to wake up in the horizon's gold.

Keep my writings, forever you'll grow.
If we never meet, do know how it all begins.
Daylight comes, but the summer will never end.

No YESTERDAY

There is chalk on the sidewalk.
It spells out "YESTERDAY".
And I concentrate on the word.
With each letter spelled out in light lavender.
I think about my long arguments,
and you think about your long thoughts.
And your thoughts getting caught in my arguments.
I can't help but to look at the long colorful word.

But not for long did it stay.
For when I left I wrote "TODAY".
Because YESTERDAY, is a waste of thought.
When TODAY is all I've got.

I have

I have this secret.
And I don't mind you knowing.
And I don't mind you telling.
But what would it be after you knowing?
But what would it be after you telling?
I guess I'll just keep this secret.
I wouldn't know what else to call it.