Foggy city
With its grey hues
Haven’t been back in a while
So I’m past due
A city
A world
New York City airport
Love and live
Hope and sin
It’s been a while
And I’m glad to be back
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
Beautiful fields
Full of vibrant grasses
Greener than a late spring
Full of winters ashes
Song and song
Sing along
While we walk in fields
As the setting suns
Says goodbye
One more
Time
Dream of dreams
Hope of hope
Learning to live
And let go
These moments
Teach me that
Life is a magic moment
A
Star
Flying by
As we wave at the moon
To our side
Love the present
Love the now
Love each other
Love somehow
Free hands
And each delivered
Held onto
Things
Material Desires
The art of hands
Letting go
Only the one who relinquished
Can really know
When we know
To hold on tight
We must hold each other
We must love each other
Moments to hold on
And moments to let go
Frequently passing
Frequently gone home
With spectacular colors
Spiritual dens
In my own head
The entitled title
Has already been set
With theories
Held
With feelings red
The whole sum
Is gathered by the pieces
Of entitlement theories
Running in my head
Terrible
Days
Can I come back
Stay back
How to style the
Right words
To say
Some days
Are just terrible
Days
