The ruthless

Hopes

That bring up

My own

Yet

Pulling me down

Into the darkness

Of time

I have no regrets

I can’t whine

So I learn to understand

The complicated matters

That exist

Across the land

These times

Make my eyes wonder

From the bottom of the

Land

To understand

Light and darkness

The fringes

Of moments that exist

How the unequaled wonder

From the words

Of hope

And bringing in the

Now

My own eyes

Have no where to go

Worthless technologies

Infecting the sockets

They infest

So where do I roam

As the mind wanders

Alone

In a cafe

On Broadway

With no music

To attach to

The blatant days

Of adhering

To the fads

Of the moment

In the cafe

I sit

Alone

What hopes

Come

When the mind

Is completely

Wound up

And undone

The duress of the moment

That faces us

Take us

All that we have

The lines from my shirt

To the sea of the wild

To the starting point

From the turnpike

Turnstyle

Waves roll

And call out to the open

Air

A city awake

A city in despair

Chicago

On the lake of Michigan

I set my eyes

To be seen again

What I found

Is gone

In a matter of moments

Reality sets in

That life is always

Changing

Rearranging

My perspectives

So for today

I wish the gone

Into the night

Along

All along Shore Drive

The setting is low

The grey hits the waves

As the sky

Becomes one

With the horizon

And the shore laps

All along

The day

And

Night

Some days

Go off wothout

Any significant

Advance

At a glance

Less than ideal

A bit of a stance

Still in the water

But that is the sign

That breathe is taken

And time to recover

Had

Sometimes just good enough

Is all that you have

The broken hall

Calls out

To me

In serenity

And purity

For all that the hall

Represents

Is the past and

Present

A hurried second

Carried me away

From the obscurity

Of the everyday

Into the rush

Of the hour of traffic

In my head

And on the road

So I left in a hurried second

And off I go