Even though
There is hope
In the darkness
We have to fight
For the life
We love
So to keep
What is good
For the generations
Above
Even though
There is hope
In the darkness
We have to fight
For the life
We love
So to keep
What is good
For the generations
Above
Bitterness in moments
Fading
Into one
Giant life
Forgotten
In a blur
Or waste
And dismay
Is the way
That the bitterness is
Made
Any occasion
Makes for a happy word
In the life
Of a bird
Or a human
Its the occasion for time
Itself
So rejoice
That we have time
Right now
To be
Together
Write for now
Write for later
Just put the words on the
Paper
So there is time
To think of what can
Be
When words
Come more
Easily
Tethered
Or free
Is the discussion on hand
Today
I don’t know
What is free
Anymore
So life is defined
By working within the
Confines
In a world of
Nets and ladders
There is a gain
Made
With every day
A hope birthed
Into the world
That we live in
We just have to
Find this hope
Today
A life free of technology
Is the art
Of life itself
Untetherd to
Wild hopes
Of nothingness
Scrolling
To endless ambition
Rather gone and
A life free of what
Holds me back
Is what I seek
What started out
Simple
Was a bit of a chaotic
World of
Change and displacement
From New York to the mountains
Of Sedona
The world
Can only get to know you
If you try and give
Every moment
A chance
Of the best life
You can live