A general nonsense
Is lingering about
In a wierd way
Around town
Where the cacti grow strange
And the wind blows mild
A bit of nonsense
Is making its way
Around
From news to views
Everyone plays a part
In the path they choose
For now
I heed only to the fact
That there is high levels of uncertainty
So certainly
There is a skeptisim
Required
If I had something great to
Say
I would say it
A wonderful way of thought
Would have been said
But tonight is late
Instead
Just words on a page
Like any other day
There is a tree
That grows in the desert
Around a house
Where it is pleasant
All things held constant
It can survive the brutal summers
And winters night
Waning night
Evening gone
Morning later
Will bring the dawn
For now I rest
An easy soul
In my heart
And growing old
Another take
Staying awake
My mind roams
When it gets to late
So in a hurry
I push the buttons
Most the tiem
I don’t even know
What’s coming
Solutions needed
When nothing can be agreed
What is the purpose
Of being set up
Or being free
Air tight holdings
Unknowing
That the future
Has it’s own play
Of going
And letting go
It could have been the cold
It might have been the rain
However it was meant to be
It came
A snotty lip
On a New York street
Has got me all bothered
But my cool I have
To keep
Better than today
Will be everyday
It is a small improvement
From everyday
To push forward with
A hope to improve
And grow
Through knowledge
And experience
Another way
Starts with another approach
To another day
Feeling frustrated
Is only alleviated
With actions
To set a course of correction
To put yourself out there
With no hopes of protection
Another way exists
Out here in life
We just have to find it
Before we find the
Afterlife
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