Who’s life is this
The working man
Working for his family
To make a life real and true
To feel the need to push
Against each other
To create what we believe
To be fair and equal
But rather inequality
Is the goal
On full display
With no where to go
So why is that we have
Changed our values
In such a short time
No way up
Is the call of the cheap kind
Taking their time
To stab each working man
In the back
A blistered approach
To an old problem
Good old fashioned
Hard work
Sweat
And tears
Creates a life
Full of delayed
Gratification
But in that
There is hope
That for tomorrow
Will bring
A better day
To change
One must approach
Life with a skeptical eye
Focused on what’s right
Rather than the other side
So enlist me in this endeavor of
Finding what is best
In life
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
Object to the days rule
The judge high off in distant
Gown
Draped over the isle
Where I sit
Pretending to listen
To care
When I know that
The judge there is a facade
Of what we are supposed to feel
But I keep quiet
Keep my peace
For another day
A tearful return
Through hope and sadness
Blend unimagined
To see through
The blurriness of tears
Fallen
One after the other
So take time today
To cherish those you love
And say
I love you
The medieval kind
Of living
Well overdone
Thinking
To see what a
World
Has to hold
Through the generations
What can I learn
From the mistakes of the past
To hold up the real future
To see what we are
Capable of
A southern twist
To the week
When we are in the open
Holding hands with the future
Of our own trials
And tribulations
So a southern move
Is in store
For the world
And for my now
Sights
back against the wall
to tall
to see the ground
where my feet slide
further from the line
so I myself slip
in hope and in time
so hold me up legs
when the world
is not on my side
The title was nothing more
Than a word
Meaningless in form and
Shape
So today I set out to
To learn a new title
For myself
One that I yet don’t seem to
Understand
In that darkness
I am fine
To learn
What my title will
Be
A Cup of Songwriting 