Understanding the roots
The underbelly of deviant mode
How the world
Spins out of control
The world I try to seek
To understand
What falls from the lips
Of the everyday man
In writing
And learning
Holding hope
Run down
But still going
How the world has grown
In a confusing light
But I have to grow to understand
This is my life
Late night coffee
Coffee stands
Sweaty brow
Under summers hands
We wade into the night
Trying to understand
Each other
The land
Other people
Our hands
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
