Take the pay
Leave the people
Who is taking the stubs
When the president wins
Paid in advance
With taxes due
Who would have knew
What one man can do
With unfettered desires
To light a blazing fire
While a waining night fades
The ultimate game has been
Played
Develop and return
My hands ache from
The hard turns
Downturns
Swirls
The webs we weave
While the world turns
We are on the trail
To some sandy land
With hopes held tightly
In our hands
The old night lets go
Moving forwards
Growing old
While the fall winds
Begin to blow
In a storm from the west
Summer being laid to rest
I take a moment and remember
As the eyes of December
Begin to focus on us
The old night lets go
I to can’t hold on to the past
I must move forward
Into the unknown
To grow
To go
In a world where we gather
Come together
Yet we come in alone
We grow old
We make new friends
And say goodbye to others
Our hearts learn to love
Let go
We hold each other close
For in the end
We all know
We must go it alone
Turn down
Where we used to roam
Put down your hands
And hang up the phone
These streets
We used to call our own
But many days have passed
And now it seems distant
Irrelevant
The places we used to go
Filled up with words
Unknown
I know you want security
Hope and a home
Somewhere to go
To be alone
You and me
How do we balance
Freedom
With a sense of equality
To be loved
Yet not alone
When our legs our tired
To find a home
When the money comes through
When the investment pays off
Might be tomorrow
Or never
The life we live
We have chosen and embraced freely
The roll call being made
Reminds us of the toll it takes
Call it a win
Call it a loss
Call it whatever makes the boss
Happy
Cheery eyes and gleeful
Never has been a time
Quite so deceitful
Run amuck
But don’t run too much
Or work too hard
The words can be misconstrued
News becomes the lens
Which we see our lives through
So today
We must sit back and pull
The entertainment from the information
Nothing quite makes sense
And is a sore source of irritation
Return we may
But today
I guess perspective depend more about
How you say
Than what you say
A win
Or
A loss
What’s the news
News new about the blues
All around the doom and gloom
I guess it was coming
Whether it be now
Or sometime soon
I hope there is a better narrative offered
How can any feelings be not fraught with anxiety
Highly toxic situations playing out on TV
Grieving hard to find solutions
Not all caught in one place
Somehow I am out of place
Out of sync with the human race
I am writing this well in advance
Hoping to cope with the reality
Of what is new
What is old
What is the new me
And how it all works
Works
Works
Barely
Working
“Wanderlust”
A Cup of Songwriting 