Wither away

The times

Of the old and

Gray

And

In with the

New

An under appreciated

Tone

Was taken

When the disagreement

Came around

So I have learned

To be quiet

And keep it

Down

But don’t be spineless

Just a way of

Being

A vibe

In this town

Has a way

Of talking

Around the subjects

Rather than direct

So I use my voice

To get to the point

Of what

It is that

I have been trying

To say

If I had the words

I would use them

If I had the colors

I would paint them

For life passes you by

As you try

To make the best

Of what you have

And

It’s not always what you want

If there was a time

I would make it

For if I could be perfect

I would fake it

For when the moments

In time

Keep rolling by

We just have to try

And make it

If there is a light

I will shine it

In my insufficient

Mind

I will hold up a map

Of the path

That I go

Down the wire

And out the window

The sun shine

And brings in tomorrow

It was

A hope

To swing

From the ropes

Of life

Now just a thought

Or a memory perhaps

Of the time

That passed

During the time

I made a way.

In my own

Life

It was of the

Baffling type

The way my mind

Raced

When I heard

The words

Displayed

From the heights

Of the most

Intense moment

Of my life

I had to start again

But not without hope

And direction

So I packed my bags

And off I went

It was time

For overtime

From the time

The words

That destroyed

Began to land

In the hearts of

Man

These times

Are not ordinary

So it’s the overtime

To come

A random

Thought

Or projection

From the detection

Of the randomness

Of life’s

Wild directions

So the hope

I hold

Is in the good

Of the men and woman

All around