Freewheels
On a grounded surface
Holding the line steady
With no plan to return
No money can be earned
When these freewheels
Are glued to the ground
Rather than burning the road
Not making a sound
Freewheels
On a grounded surface
Holding the line steady
With no plan to return
No money can be earned
When these freewheels
Are glued to the ground
Rather than burning the road
Not making a sound
A new time to
Grow
Up
In a moment
When the world
Stops
So we can reflect
What do we get
Growth
I’m too blue today
To get out of bed
Way to blue
For the headwinds
Of you
I’ll push myself up
Only to fall back down
I’m held up with toothpicks
In this town
So blue
That even the sky
Is dark
Too
What title
Comes through
Relentless pursuit
Of art
I’m not sure
There is one
So what is done
Is done
Great art created
In a hopeful one
Backups required
When the light
Of day
Is expiring
That is how I know
That I must create
A stable table
To fall back on
But again
I wonder
What could I have done
With more presence
More thunder
I’m afraid
Not much
I know a place
To go uptown
That is nice
And has a good price
Good to eat
And clean treats
Let’s go
Real in
The time
In a way that
Satisfies all senses
In this time
We have
Right now
In the world
A banter approach
No real
Hopes for anything
Aspirational
Just hoping for something
More
Recreational
Can I do it the same
Everyday
A challenge
To be the same
In every way
I will try
And see