What is today’s goal
Achievements roll
Tendencies and complacency
Intricacy of competency
How will I strive for new growth
Grow and grow
Then grow old
Today’s goal
Is a myriad of flavors
I will just make my best
On my best behavior
Steel clad tactics
Milk water facets
Who knows who is slow
Fastest
Hoping through
Rose glasses
All the world looks on
From afar
From near
Spinning on
Late night walks
Through familiar
Grounds
Meeting my brother
Walking the hounds
All around
Memories of growing up
Somehow this place connects me
To my past
The last walk of memory
New walks ahead
But this night
Walking through the evening mist
Is a walk through my own history
To dream
And drift
How we will remember moments
Is how we will remember feelings
No matter what the context
In front or the subset
We will remember most what we felt
Memories and facts hold little hope
When the heartfelt reactions we know
When another spoke
The truth be told
How will I remember now
As I grow old
Will it be funny or a mystery
Happy or misery
This level of uncertainty
Is certainly welcomed but noted
I guess I am just uncertain
How I will remember
This moment
Between me and you
Who tells the truth
It’s red
It’s purple
It’s yellow
No truth to be told
No truth on hold
It’s all the same
Again
Again
Friday’s
Same stories
It’s all the same
So goes the uncertainty
Misery
Bombastic reveal
Of our new destiny
New sheriffs old sheriffs
Should we celebrate
Jumping off cliffs
Bear the burden of our actions
Actions and reactions
Come what may
With these uncertain times
Call it a win
Call it a loss
Call it whatever makes the boss
Happy
Cheery eyes and gleeful
Never has been a time
Quite so deceitful
Run amuck
But don’t run too much
Or work too hard
The words can be misconstrued
News becomes the lens
Which we see our lives through
So today
We must sit back and pull
The entertainment from the information
Nothing quite makes sense
And is a sore source of irritation
Return we may
But today
I guess perspective depend more about
How you say
Than what you say
A win
Or
A loss
Our regular
Monday through Friday
Everyday
Every conversation
All the way
From Indiana
To San Jose
Quick to work
Slow to rest
Quick to rest
Slow to work
Sundays best
Can truley attest
There is no better moment
Than present tense
However exclusives exist
In moments like this
On Sundays slow in nature
Mother Nature meets my
Imperfect human nature
And naturally I resist
Either Work or rest
Betwixt them
Is where I set
A Cup of Songwriting 