That parking lot sweeper
Was kicking up all of the dust
On a late night in Phoenix
As the sun had recently set back
The truck made it’s pass
To swallow the dust from the day
Away
From the parking lot
And start a new
Another day
Guidance
Can be a hinderance
When the words come
From untrusted sources
So we have to analyze
The words that we
Intake
And not take
Them all
Marginal breaks
Is all it takes
When the lights are
Just glimmering
Off and on
The old ways of thinking
Can be left on the shelf
For what is to come
The set up
Was a half a million
For a stall
In a bathroom
But who knew
That is was all a great scheme
Filled with eclairs
And silly things
Apologies for the late thoughts
Apologies for the strong words
I was wrong
In the right sort of way
But still wrong
So I hope that forgiveness
Is a give-able things
That can be given
Away
When mistakes are made
Housing inflation
Takes over the nation
With one eye on growth
And one eye on stagnation
So here’s to another ten years
Of homeless runs
And empty shows
For us to learn to love
And learn to grow
The goodnight show
Starts at 11:59
When the words
Come out jumbled
Most of the time
So another day
Another year
Another groove
In the gear
I never thought it would come to this
This sort of pseudo life form
Of what was
And what will be
Immobile
As we await what comes
Around the corner
And fear the results
My heart is heavy for that moment
For that uncertain future
It will bring
A sour existence
In my inheritance
From the ones who go
Before
So we know
That the world we know
Can be a place
Of hope
Only if we choose
So
Words to believe
Start with a truth
About reality
So that we can see
What potentially
Can be
A future
Probability
