Summary tones
Collections of the drones
Falling up and
Slamming down
Can we call back
At a better time
Call waiting
Call line
Summary tones
Collections of the drones
Falling up and
Slamming down
Can we call back
At a better time
Call waiting
Call line
The values held
Holding onto
What I have learned
From my journey through
The good times
The bad
Is that each individual
Has the ability to grow
Change
And develop
But just because
Opportunity
Does not breed success
One must act
And take the first step
Writing in form
Has to stay in function
Underground water
Tapped dysfunction
I tap my own resources
Short and few
Writing
I hope
I make it through
Feel the steel
In the air
In the water
Byproducts
Running through the veins
Underground
Sound the steel
See the light
Burning on the shores
A desire to go back
Backfired
While the steel mills
Burn
All night long
We have done something
Wrong
While your young
Pursue your dreams
While you are young
Why is this
What does it mean
How can it be
That as we age
We can not accomplish anything
While we are young
So youth implies dreams
Age implies death
Our own cultural symbols
Abolished as we went
So “go while you are young”
Some say
But rather
Go old and young
Both together
Can pursue dreams
Accomplish things
Even though people say these lofty words
And it doesn’t mean a thing
The lonely ones
Start early
And end late
They find a path
Constructed
From paper machete
From the grounds of
Sacred hollow
The lonely ones
Have a tough
Pill to swallow
The lonely ones
Changing our world
In silence
Foggy city
With its grey hues
Haven’t been back in a while
So I’m past due
A city
A world
New York City airport
Love and live
Hope and sin
It’s been a while
And I’m glad to be back
Straight ahead
With no deviation
One handed guide
Swiftly through the nation
Embalmed with lies
Far and wide
You could see the twinkle
Lost in his eyes
Straight ahead he said
With no remotes
Stay consistent
Stay in course
When it turns
Upside down
Other sides
Of a forgotten town
We know the future
The uncertain past
Welcome home
We loved through
The past
The entitled title
Has already been set
With theories
Held
With feelings red
The whole sum
Is gathered by the pieces
Of entitlement theories
Running in my head