Holding pattern
Above the sea
Waiting for clarity
On you and me
While the waves crash
Soft on the shore
You and I wait
Just one minute more
Holding Pattern
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Tag Archives: Nathaniel Paul
Coffee Day
Take a break
Reflect
On details and symmetry
Wait for a new moment
Inspiration
Wait while the world spins
In easy rotation
A coffee day
With no cream
It is just what I need
Complain
All the bickering
Time and time
Again and again
How can we see ourselves through
When the storms roll in
Help each other
Hand in hand
Seems like such a strange concept
In this land
I truth be told
Have little to complain about
So make the best of each moment
And let go
Waiting Game
Waiting
Whats worth waiting
Idealism
Perfectionism
Procrastination
How can you win the waiting game
The hope for another day
Push away
What needs to be done now
Instead, opt to bow out
Fall away
While others lead the way
My friends who wait
Never seem to make it
Never seem to get ahead
They are just going to wait
Maybe until they are dead
Tuesday News
The Tuesday news
Brought up a day late
With slanted views
People acting funny
Few words
With lots of money
The Tuesday news will roll in late
While the businessmen play
The Tuesday news will be read
In the Subway
Monday Again
So brings the news
Blues
Of men
Misconstrued
My own views
Are confused at best
Wrong at worst
But I don’t take it to
Work
leave it all at the door
And refocus
Once more
Sunday Runaround
All but the vital
Coming over me
A wave
A fresh tidal
How life goes
Easy on Sunday
Holding hope for the
Week ahead
Leaving behind
The week ago
See where this one will take me
Where I will go
Comes The Breaks
Silence in reflection
Questions
Brought
Through reflection
Resurrection
When progress is made
I might have to step
Away
Hope my hands can
Continue to write
When inspiration
Leaves my side
The morning will be alright
When the sun sleeps
At night
Continue on
Persevere
We must
We have to
Big Days
These big days
Come ever so often
After many early mornings
Many hours
In writing
And reflection
They reflect the power of real work
And dedication
On these big days
I embrace the sun
And prepare for what is to come
Concrete Night
Concrete evenings
Late summer calls
Make a last hope
To live in it all
A Cup of Songwriting 