So goes the uncertainty
Misery
Bombastic reveal
Of our new destiny
New sheriffs old sheriffs
Should we celebrate
Jumping off cliffs
Bear the burden of our actions
Actions and reactions
Come what may
With these uncertain times
Call it a win
Call it a loss
Call it whatever makes the boss
Happy
Cheery eyes and gleeful
Never has been a time
Quite so deceitful
Run amuck
But don’t run too much
Or work too hard
The words can be misconstrued
News becomes the lens
Which we see our lives through
So today
We must sit back and pull
The entertainment from the information
Nothing quite makes sense
And is a sore source of irritation
Return we may
But today
I guess perspective depend more about
How you say
Than what you say
A win
Or
A loss
Our regular
Monday through Friday
Everyday
Every conversation
All the way
From Indiana
To San Jose
Quick to work
Slow to rest
Quick to rest
Slow to work
Sundays best
Can truley attest
There is no better moment
Than present tense
However exclusives exist
In moments like this
On Sundays slow in nature
Mother Nature meets my
Imperfect human nature
And naturally I resist
Either Work or rest
Betwixt them
Is where I set
Pizza nights
Flights of dough
Filled bellies
My eyes are the only non stuffed
The red checkered placeholders
Green shag carpets
Conversations
Sunset
Green bulb glows
Red and beige seats
Offset an easy
Night
Feeling alright
Paralysis by analysis
By any other future
Than this
Held on to by threads
Held on tights
While I was lying in bed
Hopes and futures unknown
While all the uncertainties of life
Have grown
Who is coming
Who is going
The rolling order
Keeps on rolling
What is this man pulling
Our own teeth
Our own hopes
Driving fast
Without knowing where we are
Going
How changes happen quick
Overnight
We all better hold
On
And hold on
Tight
The waters of uncertainty crash on our shores
A briny sea beckons questions
The love of beauty
The fear of death
Wrapped up in a single wave
Seafoam gentle and curdled
Up on the shores of our land
The tide of uncertainty has rolled in
One hour late
But is here to stay
Here to stay
An uncertain tide
Has rolled our way
The shimmy
The jive
The look and feeling
Of being alive
Words are cheap
But when people change
Real change
Then you can see the unraveling
Purpose driven
Hope given
In a change of the guards
Seems no savior
Is quite “God” given
From the heights of the Rockies
To the East River of New Yor City
Calling the truth
Following the lights
So pretty
New
And unused
We march in order
Phones connected
Waiting social interactions
Waiting our next approval
Or the posts we make
Will have quick removal
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