Mistakes made
Voluntarily
But knowingly
Right or wrong
Somehow
I will muster the courage
For one more song
Mistakes made
Voluntarily
But knowingly
Right or wrong
Somehow
I will muster the courage
For one more song
Oh now
I now wonder
How to go up
Rather than go under
With new words
Or poems
Will have to do
Until the new changes
Come through
Sculpt a world
That I want to live
In
With notes
From a marble throat
Lifted to the highest
Heavens
When music is
Resurrected
To be played from the living
In moments like these
Lift a song
Lift us up
Notes from above
More than
Or less
Than
Even when
The path is uncertain
The question is asked
What will become of me
In the back of the room
Comes a noise
Uncertain origins
On a dark night
In the house alone
I crawl in close
I grab my phone
I heard
That there will be changes
But when and where
Are yet to be told
Behold
The hope
I have
Two seconds
Poems
I should know them
But I am not too
Familiar
Dial tone
Hits me
With a nostalgic
Twist
Of summer
Afternoons
Waiting for a summer’s kiss
Try again
When it was not
What was expected
No correct answers
Were given
So go ahead
And try again
Cool conversations
Happen over coffee
In the moment
Focused
On reality
Mine has changed
Recently
But nothing
We can’t deal with