The rally cry of the tired
A worthy cause flamed out with vigor
Passing floating rolling
I have tried
To do good
Good to be undone
So much has to rely on a rally cry
When your tired
And lonely
Not alone
You feel sad
Disconnected from the world
How did it work out not the way it was
All planned
A plane in flight unmanned
The plane now is in the final descent
It will land
How
Unknown
But through all of this
I
We
Have grown
Grown up
So here we come
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
11:57 The clock reads
Momentary and sedentary
I return to the road
We travel so often
Yet so unfamiliar
Unusual
The hope of unity
A collection of ideas
Almost perfect
But perfect in its imperfections
It has beauty despite moments
Of Lack of direction
Proceed on our journey
To find people
To share moments and peace
This is my idea to bring
Back at the Cafe
On the strained Route 94
Deep in North Dakota
Where the wind finds fields
Of exapanse and rips through
Rain pours over cargo trains
Bustling through the rich spring air
We stop for caffeine as we make our way
Due west
The ultimate test
Journey new
Undone
Headed right through
The storm
The coffee soothes the moment and lifts
The eyes
Now a brain soaked in caffeine
We continue
–
3 AM Parking lots
Not a lot to it
Cold lights bear over black stained stones
Moving slow after 8 hour rolls
We have a way of making it OK
Me and my love
On the road
On the road
On the road
I know a ritzy town
Where the houses are big
Rigged with luxuries
The proposition tugs at me
But maybe I will head to Detroit
I am an artist
Hipster guess stereotyped
I find it rather terrific
To be cantankerous and noisy
Rather than sterilized to the squeak
That my shoes should rub on the floors
The thought of luxury affords me
Relinquishing in the laugh of heart
Maybe I will a piece of Detroit my own part
A small tin house on a hill
A fixer upper at will
Willingly I will go to the rust belt it seems
Although it may be perceived as synonymous
With crazy
At least I will try
Try it out in
Detroit
The rush
Of the thrust into
The world
Whether old
Or new
Timing right
Or the timing blown
We go
Unequivocal ambivalence
Or certain uncertainty
Whirling around me
Circling my own mind
Quick letters strewn together
An unsettling fotrune teller
The only news I want to read
Will fill me with uncertainty
Instill constantly
The path in front of me
But life is anything but detail
I am as much a creator
As I am a reactor
All the elements
Life throws at me
I can surely not factor
2 to the power of 1
A 2 fold sum
Of the dim lit moon
And a paved path to the sun
The sense of unity
A deep spring within you and me
Is fundamentally
An idea which
We should all agree
Ideally
However when a evil tragedy
Strikes the innocents
Lacking any true humanity
What are we left with
Other than a hollowed out hope
A useless and frayed rope
I have a belief
That there is more to unite
Than to tear apart
We as humans all share a common heart
Not emotionally
Purely physically
We are born with brains and toes
We all face our challenges of growing old
Not all is lost in humanity
I just saw someone yesterday
Help a lost fellow on the street
Maybe a hope of full unity may fall away
The hands of each other
We somehow share a sense of commonplace
Deep within the human race
On a Monday it seems burned out
Washed up and worn out
The hope runs like a well deep underground
Running full but without a sound
I share this hope
That is the simple humanity of each other
That we are truly bound
Complicated questions
On complicated days
Complicated thoughts
On complicated days
De-complicate me please
Set my uneasy thoughts at ease
Soon I will smell an autumn
New York City breeze
McCarren Park through the trees
De-complicate my fall
In the city
So I can enjoy the beauty
Of the pretty city
A Cup of Songwriting 