Foggy City

Foggy city

With its grey hues

Haven’t been back in a while

So I’m past due

A city

A world

New York City airport

Love and live

Hope and sin

It’s been a while

And I’m glad to be back

Straight Ahead He Said

Straight ahead

With no deviation

One handed guide

Swiftly through the nation

Embalmed with lies

Far and wide

You could see the twinkle

Lost in his eyes

Straight ahead he said

With no remotes

Stay consistent

Stay in course

Spiritual Dens

When we know

To hold on tight

We must hold each other

We must love each other

Moments to hold on

And moments to let go

Frequently passing

Frequently gone home

With spectacular colors

Spiritual dens

In my own head