Looking for something
That I am not sure
If I found
Or lost
What I was looking for
In the morning frost
Looking for something
That I am not sure
If I found
Or lost
What I was looking for
In the morning frost
What is a post
Good for
What does it accomplish
Besides
Sending the mind
The misinformation
What accomplishments have been made
A pat on the old back
But this mindset
Is worrisome
Full of slack
For actions
Move the world forward
In tough times
To lead by example
We all must try
Sculpt a world
That I want to live
In
With notes
From a marble throat
Lifted to the highest
Heavens
When music is
Resurrected
To be played from the living
In moments like these
Lift a song
Lift us up
Notes from above
A new let down
Happening all around
When the hopes
Of few
Befall most of us
The words fall short
Of the intended goals
What will I remember
From today
Yesterday
Right now
Will there be a definitive
Moment
Or idea
Or blurry memories
Fading into one
Trying to go
Beyond the words
That I can muster
Created in a small
Cluster
To reach beyond
My own limits
Today
Right now
No one needs a sprout committee
Asking for the spring
In New York City
All we need is the time of year
My dear
Religion in sound bite form
Looses something
From the depth
Of a northern light
To the quick selling
Famine
Plight
Not even good
Or alright
Express religion
In its cheapest form
Saving graces
Running all over the human
Race
From one to another
Just a word can redeem
What was once lost
But now back
In seen
On the town
Their is a place
To go
When the world grows
Weary in your eyes
When the sun rises
Feelings anew
Coffee in New York City
Is the best place to remember
That life is a continuum
Of the new and old
When the world looks back
To say thanks
For all you have grown