Lay low
Play soft
Surf rock
Makes me feel just right
On a Monday night
Leave me to rest
I’ll be just fine
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Be Gone Bygone
Be gone
Bygone era
Let go
Of the past
Open a new future
I want not vintage and old
I want to grow up
New
Refresh
Let go
West Thoughts
Waiting for the west
Getting back to the Summerfest
My own hopes lie
In a golden stream or lake
My own hope of sucess
Tucked
Out somewhere
In the west
Unconstitutional Emoluments
Take the pay
Leave the people
Who is taking the stubs
When the president wins
Paid in advance
With taxes due
Who would have knew
What one man can do
With unfettered desires
To light a blazing fire
While a waining night fades
The ultimate game has been
Played
Hold Held Gone
Hold held gone
What we said
What went wrong
Along the way
Along the route
We hold held gone
And I think
We were all wrong
Grip of Power
Display the power
Training our eyes
Not to wonder
Bearing down
Fists of thunder
Hold our breathe
Let go
The ones who have the power
Will soon let us know
That when their rains come
They will be a shows
Of the terrible grips of power
Goals and Intimidation
Goals set up
What can either be achieved
Or grieved
Held on to and flourish
Or fallen to the side
And malnourished
Objectivity
Subject to change
Some day’s life goals
Seem strange
Tend and sift
So in time dreams grow
Hoping they take us all
Where we want to go
Arkansas
Down in Arkansas
Where the water is clear
The people love each other
There is a place
A warm neighborhood
A place to live
Memories and warm night
Down in Arkansas
Life is alright
The Lake Lays
The lake lays
Awake
While we sleep
Lapping waves
On the shores
Of the Indiana shores
With dunes and beaches
Summer will evaporate
While the lake lies
Awaits a new summer
In a deep winter freeze
On The Trail
Develop and return
My hands ache from
The hard turns
Downturns
Swirls
The webs we weave
While the world turns
We are on the trail
To some sandy land
With hopes held tightly
In our hands
