The moment has come
For the retirement
Of the goods and services
That never were provided
To live a hollow life
Guided by lights
Camera
Action
So rather than fight it
Decide it
Might be better to move
On
Then lay in the wake
Of the changing
Waters
What title shall
I call you
When the sky is grey
And the world is falling apart
How should we approach
The issue of names
When all is broken and
Undone
Is there a reason
For such focus
On the pinpoint of impositions
When the world is sickened
With many terrible
Days
The new way
Of creating
Waves
But it’s not the real
World that
We see
The fake balloons
On the streeet
For celebrations
That we aren’t invited to
So celebrate life
As we live
In our circle of influence
Everyday
When the lights fade
Fake as they were
What are we the people
Left with
Nothing but images
Of what could have been
A mirror
Blank in its returning glance
We have hopes dashed away
As soon as they have
Glown
Under the lights
With nothing to see
The elite don’t give
Two thoughts about you
They spread their wings
And fly like overlords
Controlling your basic
Thoughts
And feelings
Just to crush you
To create you
A new you
Simple you
Full of nothing but
Barbies movie nonsense
Fluff and syrup
Running through our veins
Hold me up
With the sharpest of knives
So that success is not
A working right
But rather a gift
Given by those in charge
Who control who makes it
And who is broken and
Destroyed
With these knives they
Pay each other 10 million dollars
An appearance
While most can not pay the rent
And yet we worship these fools
Complete and utter fools
Running away with the keys
To our lives
Who’s life is this
The working man
Working for his family
To make a life real and true
To feel the need to push
Against each other
To create what we believe
To be fair and equal
But rather inequality
Is the goal
On full display
With no where to go
So why is that we have
Changed our values
In such a short time
No way up
Is the call of the cheap kind
Taking their time
To stab each working man
In the back
A blistered approach
To an old problem
Good old fashioned
Hard work
Sweat
And tears
Creates a life
Full of delayed
Gratification
But in that
There is hope
That for tomorrow
Will bring
A better day
The risk
Seeps in
As the shore
Recedes
In the evening tide
When the water is high
The risks we take
Define a life
Or a mistake
So tread with caution
In a world set on
Confusion
And take a risk
Worth the life
Ahead
The color of the fall
Is set upon us
As we await the
Bringing of new season
To our eyes
Skin
Ears
So set up the orange pumpkin
In it’s seasonal place
Upon the entrance
Where the friends
And neighbors can see
The sign of the season
Ahead of me
A Cup of Songwriting 