In a world where we gather
Come together
Yet we come in alone
We grow old
We make new friends
And say goodbye to others
Our hearts learn to love
Let go
We hold each other close
For in the end
We all know
We must go it alone
How you bring me
Such unbearable news
How the world weaves
Confusion
Motion pictures
In my head
The news of the week
I can’t take
One more dead
Illusions
Dillusions
Collisions
How can we separate
The fake
A mistake
The real
From untrue
This unfortunate news
Just wears on me
Higher levels of uncertainty
Everyday now
Holding out
For good news
The good ones go
Before it’s time
While the bodies grows
Yet the spirit in never old
Where the good ones go
It seems a bit early
In retrospect
Never when you would expect
How Tom Petty
Shaped my own youth
Hopes going on
Though the window
When these souls
Pass through our world
We can only reflect
Hold on to the memories true
For we all lost a good one
We wish the legends the best
As they make their way through
Understanding the roots
The underbelly of deviant mode
How the world
Spins out of control
The world I try to seek
To understand
What falls from the lips
Of the everyday man
In writing
And learning
Holding hope
Run down
But still going
How the world has grown
In a confusing light
But I have to grow to understand
This is my life
Late night coffee
Coffee stands
Sweaty brow
Under summers hands
We wade into the night
Trying to understand
Each other
The land
Other people
Our hands
How to speak
To help others
To grow
My sisters and brothers
In time of trouble
In time of success
What can I say
That will help humanity best
Humble in spirit
And detail focus
Try to plan it out
Rather than hocus pocus
Words can’t paint the world
With ideas
Of hope and unity
To this we aspire
Collectively
We grow
Collective we resist
We continue
We give
I hope words still have meaning
When the daylight of the world
Seems to be waning
Holding pattern
Above the sea
Waiting for clarity
On you and me
While the waves crash
Soft on the shore
You and I wait
Just one minute more
All the bickering
Time and time
Again and again
How can we see ourselves through
When the storms roll in
Help each other
Hand in hand
Seems like such a strange concept
In this land
I truth be told
Have little to complain about
So make the best of each moment
And let go
Waiting
Whats worth waiting
Idealism
Perfectionism
Procrastination
How can you win the waiting game
The hope for another day
Push away
What needs to be done now
Instead, opt to bow out
Fall away
While others lead the way
My friends who wait
Never seem to make it
Never seem to get ahead
They are just going to wait
Maybe until they are dead
So brings the news
Blues
Of men
Misconstrued
My own views
Are confused at best
Wrong at worst
But I don’t take it to
Work
leave it all at the door
And refocus
Once more
A Cup of Songwriting 