The value of
Goods
Or actions
Compared to the weight
Of words
What is the measure
That holds all equal
So that we can see
What happens
To us
When we are sold
For nothing
On the selling block
The value of
Goods
Or actions
Compared to the weight
Of words
What is the measure
That holds all equal
So that we can see
What happens
To us
When we are sold
For nothing
On the selling block
In the orange light
Of fall
Upon the grass
Of the later
Part of the year
We have hopes
Of what is to come
In the time
We have
Together
When was the last
Cordial
Political
Movement
Of virtue over
Destruction
Is that posible
In today’s world
With hard words the norm
What can we do
To be kind to
Each
Other
Nice to be
Alife in the moment
Of being free
Form the days
With clay from the sun
Of the whole attempt
You can find the stress
All
Undone
A blistering start
To the day
Is a way
To see that there
Is actually hope
To see the inverse
Of what is presented
And now in reverse
I can see what is true
Agree to what
How did it happen
What about the news
Of another day
To get it over
The hump
Of what might
Be what is to come
Facing the opposite direction
We do not see each other
Our struggles are the
Same
Our voices ring together
But blindly we walk away
As to not help each other
For we can’t help what we can’t see
If only
We could turn around
And see
Other standing right
Next to us
If tonight is all you have
What would you want
To know
To give
To try
Every moment can be slow
Or could fly
So take the moment
To prepare the answer
For in the life we are living
Nothing is ever a given
I was a little wild
In my youth
The memories have
I am glad
I made it through
To see the days
Of a finer wisdom
Upon my life
So I am grateful
To be here
And everyday too
The lights of the city
Brimmed with
Possibility
To try the new faces
Of creation
To be unique and different
Everyday
That goes by
This is the light of the city
In my eye