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 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
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
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
Than yesterday
So everyday try
To be
Better
If it vast
It happening
Now
In the moment
Of the air
In the mourning
In the night
And all around
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
What is brought to life
Will bring us into life
Full
In a new way
Of hope and feeling
Take heed for the love
You feel sets you
Free
If the glove fits
But what if it’s not your glove
But found from someone
Else’s mishaps of the day
Rather return the glove
For in time the glove of mankind
Will wrap you with goodness
And that will be
Your place to see
When all is right
It can set you free
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
A Cup of Songwriting 