Knowing when we are growing
Can be the most difficult wager
Speaking with a sage
In a small bar in NYC
Asking for advice
Eating cheap Thai food with rice
What will become of us
What will become of the little ones
How do we differentiate when
We consists of billions
Millions of questions
I guess this is how it goes
When it is your known time
To grow
Top of the afternoon
Rest of the morning
Test us in the evening
Sleep at night
Top of the afternoon friends
How’s about this
How’s about that
I think the chair broke
Where I just sat
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Two jovial folks
Talked of the world being flat
How can this be
What happened to integrity
What happened to truth and fact
I guess we all might just be
A bit out of whack
We get along
Make our way along these
Treacherous paths
Sudden spoken wraths
We get along on couches
Beds
Cars
Sheds
Tiny houses
Mansions
Disconnected
Recollected
Connected
Clean
Infected
We shuffle along
Our heads in the clouds
Making our way to the next day
Tripping over our feet
Trying to compete
We make our way
Just one day at at time
Hoping we will all be fine
Unearthed changes
Promises too big to keep
Words so sharp
Too steep
Hate in words
Hate in actions
Mouths filled
With lies
Waiting for action
On Monday
On Tuesday
Any day
Just waiting
Champion words and theories
Amongst other dillusions
Words can fall short
In desperate times
Moving winds
Come changing the landscape
Escape
Different times
Stories change
The everyday man and woman’s struggle
Pulls even pain
With passion and zeal
Everyday needs to be celebrated
Everyone needs to be celebrated
In down times
In up times
All the time
Hollow creature
With withering resolve
Not one small problem
Could even be solved
Hope destitute of idols
Making the roll calls
Calling the white walls
Falling def tone and folly
No great man
Comes from a raisin trolley
Trolls under bridges
Not building bridges
Just looking for ditches
A still early spring night
79 and feeling fine
Summer in a moment
These moment when the doors crack open
After long winter nights
We all feel alive
Alive with hope of spring
Spring into the new year
Spring is on my mind
Friday’s news
Blues from old walking shoes
Misunderstandings
While punches keep landing
I have checked hope
Of a linear progression
News of the day
An absolute obsession
Our rendition is kept in tact
I don’t have to worry today
While others are falling apart no intact
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