3 Poem by Kristin Schanbacher

Slip inside my state of mind. which is what? what shall i find?
Who are you and what am i?
Are we here to live or die?
Simplistic it seems, but only in your wildest dreams, will you find the answer floating on top of the breeze-
gliding next to the tops of the tallest trees. Swaying gently, like a giant had to sneeze.
The clock ticks too too fast, everytime i try to make it last. I think its playing tricks on me. at least the part my eyes can see.
Drifting down in front of me, I see
spread thin, a rhyming scheme
Up and down, a twisted frown
turns upside down
without a sound
Oh thank the stars for what you are and
all you know and how we flow
together one, beneath the sun
inside the waves, the ocean saves
it brings me hope, as I can float
away from here, with you my dear