Wild train
Running over the tracks
Blasting the horn
Into the past
As the ground rumbles
One little bit
I see the train
Running in
A
Fit
Onto the next town and station
That’s the way it’s
Making
The Train
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Nothing
Nothing makes sense
When the senseless rule
Over the fallen eyes
Of all of us
So I see the ground
I trust my feet
To walk
Day by day
In the life
That I make
Bitter
Bitter notes
From the going
On the ride
To upstate New York
It was a nice day
But bitter to leave
A life
That we made
Behind
Taking It Back
Taking back the day
For the time
We are here on earth
I hold the hope
That the brightest day
Lies ahead
In the moments
That we live
Building Blocks
Building blocks
Or blocks to building
Is the perspective
From the ground
Of a feeling
Not a reality
Of what is coming
When the worlds
Falls to itself
In a basket
On the ground
Chicago Coffee
It’s been a long while
Waiting in lines for a cup
Passing through the city
On a grey day
The bustle moves through
As the city churns on
But the memories it brings back
I’ve been missing all along
To take in the moment
And don’t let it go
Chicago is the city
I saw first as a child
From Michigan City
Now I hold the memories
And what they
Mean to me
A Light Rain
The train
Runs by
in the rain
Bustling down
On the city streets
The oil smell
Pulls from underneath the wind
And over toward me
I can see a person sitting
Watching
And looking back
Right at me
Simple Times
Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
Better Today
Better today
Than yesterday
So everyday try
To be
Better
Vast
If it vast
It happening
Now
In the moment
Of the air
In the mourning
In the night
And all around
A Cup of Songwriting 