Watch quietly
Without a word
Saving up the knowledge
For when it will do us good
Watch quietly
Without a word
Saving up the knowledge
For when it will do us good
Hold up the square delay
From a known state of mind
Until it all fades away
No round edges in the way
Of the kind of
Square delay
No one needs a sprout committee
Asking for the spring
In New York City
All we need is the time of year
My dear
Null word
Will leave less of an impression
As a state of degradation
Watering down the hopes
Of all the nation
My pail zest
On a spring day
From the wintery holds
Of the bitter grey
I emerge
Ready for spring
What the summer rays
Will bring
The only way up
Is never to complain
To ask to start again
To wither in the hope of progress
But to advance
Head above the dust
Feet planted on the ground
Working for the moment
Pushing all around
From the dash of the withered
One pushes slowly on
On and on
Up and up
Move any way
Rather than giving up
Not in the sunlight
But in the shade
Of a large tree
Is a shade snake
Not seeing it
But it seeing me
Oh provide me light
My daily bulb
That can glow in the night
Warmth me in the cold
Hold me tight
When I don’t know
Upon the ceiling, you rest
My daily light
My daily best
Tasteless face
Facing new questions
About what happened
Behind closed doors
Please don’t deny
What we all want to know
More
Lift up soul
From a denying hope
Of the unknown
Make a new discovery
Of all that it is to me
Up when I am down
Look ahead and not around