Letting go
In a time like this
Wood burning mess
When the times are hard
An ode to control
Is called
Norms of ideals
Exist no longer
When the ice melts
And turns into water
From my tiny apartment in NYC
Packing up my life
City to city
A republic in confusing times
And settings
Ode to control
If I were a risky man
I would be betting
Some days
The hardest part
Is just showing up
Rolling out of bed
And starting
Forging ahead
When the eyes want to fall back
To sleep
The body asks for rests
Preparations must be made
Instead
Of laying
In bed
Between the high rises
Of galleries
And businesses
The crack of a sunset
Sneaks through
Reflecting off the glass
And lighting up the last minutes of sunshine
Before off for the night
The Skyline bustles
With wind
Off the Hudson
As the sun sets
Over Manhattan
The simple smell
Can trigger so many memories
Roasting coffee
In Williamsburg
Takes me to years
On the road
So fresh and clean
Yet Smokey and full
The roast roars our into the air
Aggressive
And bringing back
Memories of good times
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
Leaving the city
Back and forth
Working for our dream
Letting go of what is in between
The city grew us up
In much-needed ways
Now we feel that
We must get away
Steep rent and subtle
Increase in food
All that is need for it
To come undone
What if we held on
But held back
From our dreams
Giving up for the city things
Fears and hope
All mixed together
In on moment
Of letting go
Growing Up
Not growing old
Ride the train home
When the timing is just right
So the doors will open and
Step into the night
Do you think it will be a good one
The man leans in
To his friend
Hoping for a positive message back
That will be sent
On a cold day in New York City
What makes a good day
What makes a bad day
On the streets of Manhattan
Looking up at the tall buildings
While the people keep passing
I think it will be a good one
With sunshine and charity
Let’s hope for a good one
Today
Water collections
Puddles
That can potentially by cars
Keep clear of inch deep waters
Splashing from others
Falling items
Birds
Traffic
Others
Walk
The tight rope
Walk on thin ice
Manhattan Strut
In the reins of winter
Staying clear
Of the hazards
How I have learned from others
My own follies
Tried and true
Walking in the rain
I’ve learned to get through
Hopes and dreams
Pretty distant things
As in one moment
Creeps away
With speedy wings
How should I proceed
When the headlines
Read
All is headed down
Across the world
A giant frown
I guess I will just
Keep a brisk pace
And keep my own head down
A Cup of Songwriting 