The lonely ones
Start early
And end late
They find a path
Constructed
From paper machete
From the grounds of
Sacred hollow
The lonely ones
Have a tough
Pill to swallow
The lonely ones
Changing our world
In silence
Straight ahead
With no deviation
One handed guide
Swiftly through the nation
Embalmed with lies
Far and wide
You could see the twinkle
Lost in his eyes
Straight ahead he said
With no remotes
Stay consistent
Stay in course
When it turns
Upside down
Other sides
Of a forgotten town
We know the future
The uncertain past
Welcome home
We loved through
The past
Reflections
On time passed
Opportunities
Taken
Friendships that last
The future holds what I do not know
Or understand
So I appreciate today
I appreciate the land
Where I end up
Is out of my hands
The old fears
Dried up tears
Move up
Move out
All the changes happen
In specific time
And moments
We remove ourselves
To see the grand scheme
By it doesn’t mean a thing
When your heart is torn
Sweet Sunday’s
Holding on
To the love
Of the ground
And the sky above
Sweet Sunday
Before Monday
Let’s hold a new light
Into the week
The rush
The slurry
Flurry
Of moving pieces
Roaring engines
As one takes
Off
Lands
Slams
Into the ground
As we all fall
Begin again
Again again
It all starts over
When you start again
But when you pick up
And return to form
You learn what you lost
And regain what you knew
So that in due time
You can see how you
Grew
The size of an almond
With a personality the size
Of the room
Our small dog
Named Wilco
May have a small heart
But fills the room with love
When anyone walks in
Sweet little Wilco
A fine day
Is coming
When we believe
Not in celebrity
But in each other
That day
Is coming
One fine day
