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
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
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
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
I know it will all change
Places
Hands
Roomates
Tiny specks will remain
Of the neighborhood I knew
For just a moment
I was late to the party
Closed it down
What seems meaningless
Will be much more important to me
Miles down
The road
So this one goes out to the neighborhood
It was short
But it was good
Oh to fly
Away from the noise
Higher than the clouds
Get away
When the world
Is pulling me down
Oh to fly like a bird
In a fresh moment
Go with the wind
Go sing songs
Songs of love
Songs of hope
Birds will fly
I wish I could go
How uncertain
Certainly
Known
But not forgotten
We only know what was good
After we hit rock bottom
Bound to the tracks
The time passes
Like well-grown pines
On the Amtrack
East of Chicago
Bound to the tracks and bound
For a destination
A new time
A new nation
Should we await a new fate
New destinies on the horizon
In our own time and function
With our own satisfaction
How can we learn from each other
New and open ideas
Spread through conversations
With the one’s we know
And those we do not
Here comes a chance
And I hope we take it
