Traveling days

Holding up the mask

And getting away

Be conscious as we go

Through the motions

And go

Will the future be

Better than the past

What will come soon

Hopefully will last

For a very long time

And make us all better

As we go

Up now

Later than I should

Working later hours

Doing all I could

So don’t wait up

I will make it to bed soon

My bound title

Is something I have earned

My name

Is nothing more

Than what I have learned

A near future

Is a dear future

And dear future

I hope is better

Than today

The sacrificial soul

Taken down

So others can rise

Given away a chance

With the morning sunrise

But guilty before proven

I have a tough time choosing

Between

Right and wrong

When human past indicates

We are seldom right

And mostly wrong

Street jeans

Worn everyday

Out on the road

Looking for a home

There are the same

Jeans

I wore

From a year ago

And many more