A displacement of time
Is a whole new
Idea of recollection
I read in the pages of The New York Times
A nostalgic resurrection
Of the old feelings of joy
And pretending nice
Of a hope for a future
Without the pain
Of ill willed advice
The price we paid
For something new
Is more than a swipe
Now that will do
You pay in atmospheric
Pressure
Contested
With every measure
So hold hope
That more can be made
Than just the price we paid
Intentional year
With massive implications
Set up
From a stricken
Stance
So for now
I prepare
For what comes next
Up and arms
Up and down
So the workout goes
The ever deterent
Of exercise glows
Filling up the measure
Of what the days
Expectations
Will be
I forgot about you
Eternal renew
When the day becomes
Night
You charge me
Again
And again
For what I need
On my prescription subscription
So don’t wake me up
To do your bidding
Bid away
In the middle of the night
Bring me a cup of cocoa
Tonight
With the memories
Of a yesterday
Or yesteryear
That is all I need
Is to remember what is good
And important
Now
And forever
It’s starts with a statement
A conclusion
Of some drastic dillusions
That results
In a unique situation
Of free man
Amongst a free natuon
It’s the nature
Of indecency
Of last minute
Clemency
No matter where we go
What we do
What we learn
Or who we knew
The coming year
Will be a different one
For me
And you
A snowball
In the hand
Aiming at a man
Who throws
Two my way
I aim and let go
I duck below
Did I hit him
I will never know
A knights required
Process taken
Process labored
And strained
So for tonight
And the tedious process
Of choosing a direction of life
I postpone
For yet
Another morning
A Cup of Songwriting 