I'm awake right now because I'm so full of positivity and hopeful energy...
or I just can't sleep.

I hope I can control my diet and exercise and be ready for the Tri in June.
I hope I can learn how to play the bass.
I hope the new baby is doing well and is healthy.
I hope we can pull this gig together for April.
I hope I can write something that is worth while.
I hope I can learn this custom embroidery software to make a difference.
I hope our condo can sell.
I hope Elijah is well.
I hope Chaos can win an outdoor championship this year.
I hope Connie's and Paolo's and Gene's and Jen's and Ma'an's weddings go well this year.
I hope Kimmie's having fun in Vegas.
I hope I can summon up an oversized Risk board for Ryan's table.
I hope I can wake up in the morning.
I hope, and that's refreshing.

Have I ever told you how much I love to write?
It's incredibly therapeutic. There's a few personal things I hope to do until I die.
They are: chess, soccer, and write.

Do you think I can write something that matters?
I think I have it in me.
I'm so much cooler for knowing Jon who is contributing to writing a book.
Just like I'm cooler for knowing Connie who ran a marathon.
Just like I'm cooler for knowing people who have completed Triathalons.

One day I will write something worth while.
For now, I will write what's in my heart.
Something silly, and something serious.

Yum, yum, yum, yum, YUUUUUMMMM!!!!
Yo, my name's Isaiah!
I'm a true playah!
I'ma slice, McDyess, Fish-Filet ya!
I eat my oatmeal, drink milk, than say, "AAAaaaahhh!"
I just don't care, that my underwear,
is so full of McNasty, I'ma run over there,
Then run over here, pop in the Nemo,
roll in the limo, that is my homey's black Blazah,
cuz Yo, my name's Isaiah.
Word to the poop in my pants.

People trippin' out on intelligent design?
Takes more faith to not believe that someone smart made the skies,
or the sunsets or leaves, or the breeze and the trees,
or the reproductive genius that bore you and me,

so take another toke, or bong another beer,
cuz the brain between your ears just ain't thinkin' clear,
If you think that Humans came from one Amoeba's Cell,
you ain't just trippin', you just fell.

Breathe the air that was made for you,
See thru eyes that He gave to you,
Feel with hands that were meant to feel,
Know the Life that was laid for you,

I'm not ready to write the last verse of this.
I hope someday I will be.