The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
Leaving the city
Back and forth
Working for our dream
Letting go of what is in between
The city grew us up
In much-needed ways
Now we feel that
We must get away
Steep rent and subtle
Increase in food
All that is need for it
To come undone
What if we held on
But held back
From our dreams
Giving up for the city things
Fears and hope
All mixed together
In on moment
Of letting go
Growing Up
Not growing old
Ride the train home
When the timing is just right
So the doors will open and
Step into the night
Do you think it will be a good one
The man leans in
To his friend
Hoping for a positive message back
That will be sent
On a cold day in New York City
What makes a good day
What makes a bad day
On the streets of Manhattan
Looking up at the tall buildings
While the people keep passing
I think it will be a good one
With sunshine and charity
Let’s hope for a good one
Today
Water collections
Puddles
That can potentially by cars
Keep clear of inch deep waters
Splashing from others
Falling items
Birds
Traffic
Others
Walk
The tight rope
Walk on thin ice
Manhattan Strut
In the reins of winter
Staying clear
Of the hazards
How I have learned from others
My own follies
Tried and true
Walking in the rain
I’ve learned to get through
Hopes and dreams
Pretty distant things
As in one moment
Creeps away
With speedy wings
How should I proceed
When the headlines
Read
All is headed down
Across the world
A giant frown
I guess I will just
Keep a brisk pace
And keep my own head down
Dear deer
As you walk over the street
Remember that what you
Can not see
You must hear
Or walk faster
Deer
Don’t become tired and angry
Don’t let the easy part
Get you
In our own reverb room
We are trapped
If we only look for what we want
We look
Please look
Beyond
Continue to be human
And understand
That is the only path
In these times
Stated in The Times
Humanity required
For future generations
We inspire
An old friend
Was always familiar
So much so
That I could swear
That we had met before
In some other life
But in a similar realm
How quickly
Life can change
From sustained to lost
Living
To holding on
I love my old friend
As he transitions
Making his way from one life to
Another
And we will me again
My friend and I
Escape the fray
Sprawling traffic
On sun baked streets
Of LA
Oceanside
With loaded garbage pales
On my mind
Outside the loop
Unsaid training stations
Headed west for
Western libations
Return enter
To the western end
Sip of coffee
LA blend
On the ocean beauty
Return to the feeling
Soothing
A Cup of Songwriting 