Challenge
Knocked down
While my eyes wonder round
The changing landscape
Oh the eastern seaboard
You look different
New
Yet confused
While I lay bemused
Yet I have made it through
Under conditions variant and cold
We made it to the city
Only one week old
I wake up
Back on solid footing
And push on
I hope this post finds you well
Full of heart and eyes that swell
We make our way to city heights
On this blustery winter night
We find a new home
Among many and hoping
For luck to come our way
We will find out with rest
And another day
After many pains, deliberations, and delays
We are finally ready to make our way
To NYC and the east coast
We packed our bags
But still left most
Of what we owned behind
Tight car little time
Here we go
I-80 and the turnpike
I pray it clear with no ice
And we hope to make New York city
By night
Forget the formalities
Life lived with
High levels of uncertainties
I don’t complain
Even when the snow and rain
Take away
From the path we have laid
Deep breathes
Can take away the stress
Tea relaxes
Rest can settle the stomach
In a culture of rush
Instant satisfaction
My actions
Can be delayed
But we live full today
Making way for tomorrow
When the snow melts we will go
Continue on
New York on the horizon
Our minds prepare
For certain changes
We go were the wind howls
Us to come gathering
Make anew
The center of the world
In the capital of the red white and blue
Plans were made
Belongings were moved
This place we lived
Now looked new
To my eyes and you
No longer our home
But a memory
A place we stayed
It’s hard to imagine
Us living elsewhere
But so calls life
Opportunity
And growth
So we had to let go
Of what we knew
For the unknown
Loosing sight of shore
Push from the dock
Just a little more
We move on
Happy and sad
Love was nourished here
Love will grow
Wherever we go
But today this place
Looks different
We will leave our youth
A sense of innocence
For what lay ahead
We hold each other
Not one word was said
We fall asleep
Catch our rest
For what lies ahead
Will surely prove
A wondrous test
Forgettable notes
On a seemingly empty guitar
Opened eyes late
Pushing hard
Living in tight bags
Reclined in the car
Many nights spent wondering
Who you are
Days home
Or days spent over
In countries afar
All deals settled
For one chance
Forget the drama
The romance
This is the only shot
One finale
Coming up shooting
From the depths of sorrows valley
I miss Nashville
I miss LA
Hope to make it back
The city landscape portrayed
Form and function
Met up at the I 90 junction
Headed out of town
I’ll make it back home
Come back around
When complete indecision
Supersedes the incision
Of which
We inject ourselves into the world
Launched
Taken off
We will run
Fast, hard, and lean
Towards the summation
The local or destination
Our minds will not sleep
Nor our hearts give
Any
Resignation
Until we find our ends
In this one fine nation
Questions will be asked
Notions given
Whether we are losing
Or we are winning
Hello world
Let’s become friends
We learn from our mistakes
Now and then
But tonight we begin
We no longer hesitate
To wake in the morning
And shake hands
With our new fate
Stay inside
There is a storm out there
Blowing winds so cold
It will shrivel your fingers
I am told
City in chaos
A driving ban
Amongst all of this
How could we plan
Just about one thing
I never seen anything
Quite like this
The blizzard of 78
Paled
When this storm hit
Apocalyptic winds
Hustle over the earth
Creating a sense of unknown
In darkness so cold
In the air you hear the raging sea
Even though the sea is
Nowhere near me
Or you
We stay locked in doors
Tight
Shaking
With the blowing lark
I am amazed at this
Horrified
And in awe
None of us saw this coming
None at all
But here is this storm
This beast
This apocalyptic creation
Bearing down hard
On the Hoosier nation
From Chicago
Down the South Shore
We have seen snow
And more
More more
Sleep well rested
While the buildings foundation
Is tested
We stay covered
We stay alive
This is the most violent wrath of winter
I have ever seen
The January winter
Of two thousand
And fourteen
The Lake Effect
Has everyone upset
Blowing snow in
Blowing streets closed
Blowing cities into submission
All along the Lake Michigan
Outer belt
No winter before have we ever felt
This
cold
