If I owned a clone
More than just I alone
Could construct
And Labor
To create a home
Me
And
My clone
Could change the sheets
On the bed
Work while the other one
Read
Write
While the other can play
Me and my clone
Could find many uses this way
–
Until cooler heads prevail
Under mild winds
Set sail
No good will come of this
No anger will resolve
Will new problems evolve
Cutting new wounds
Deeper than the original
So until cooler heads prevail
The boat sits in the harbor still
Waiting until
The patterns change
Sending this craft back
On its way
Is there a right
A place where you can be alright
Whether the answer is yes or no
Is there a right
Can one truly be wrong
Without any truth answered
Unresolved
Uncontested
If there is right
Can I choose this
Rather than choosing wrong
Can I choose it
Or does right choose me
Will it pick me up
Or let me be
Can I only know right
If I had been wrong
Right must appear
Through frustration and hope
But in the end I know
I hope
I can choose what was right
Because life is short
Yet days can be long
I hope that in the end
I can choose
Right from wrong
Ice cubes and fresh cut linens
The smell of 4 below
I need something to warm
My chilled bones
From the crisp belligerent cold
Tiny crackles with gentle steps
An Indiana landscape windswept
I need to get home
This cold assaults you
Felt left alone
In this unbearable cold
A Cup of Songwriting 