You will hear
Upon arrival
The words once heard
To be the only way
Of survival
Cordial and quaint
Ideally a world
We can see as we paint
The words that we now know
As we grow
The more we achieve
Set out to see
The world around us
And all it is to be
A bully fuse
Set of by circumstance
As the lighting of the flies
Comes back to haunt us
In a familiar
And disturbing way
We watch the blaze
With a awe struck gaze
Baffling tones
All around
The zone of focus
In todays world
There is no straight forward
Progress
Regress
Reset
Redo
It’s all up to me
And you
Not always looking forward
To the kind of approach
You want
Rather a bit of back attention
Is required
When the hope is to make it
A full display
Of words and puzzles
Are on the way
The stem steward
Gets up at the crack of dawn
Upon the glistening lawn
Procures the life
From the small plants
Around our feet
It’s the life
Of plants to keep
The write up
Not waking up
Much of the woken
Cut of mine
In a world
So full of feedback
At a distant time
No write up
Makes more
Than the last
Common thoughts
Common past
Today I look ahead
At the opportunity
Presented
In a world of chaos
And confusion
One hope is set on amusing
My mind
The opportunity
To grow
With ever moment
No matter how the world goes
Just keep going
The stated race
Has completed it courde
Time to start again
With a new direction
Of course
Now is the time
To see with all eyes
That unity will orevail
That hope is on the way
Never days
Always start that way
That nothing will be accomplished
In the easiest of ways
But the foot steps out the bed
The hand turns on the light
And the world revolves
While the commitment
To the pursuit
Gets involved
Meet the classic
Embrace the new
Don’t hesitate in adoption
Or you’ll be left behind
And screwed
So adapt and change
The All American way
Today
And tomorrow
A Cup of Songwriting 