Must I own this
Memory
Can it travel with me
Into eternity
A cup of coffee so prepared
And thoughtful
Can always transcend
What is awful
Must I own this
Memory
Can it travel with me
Into eternity
A cup of coffee so prepared
And thoughtful
Can always transcend
What is awful
Seize the win
In easy time
Set up the win
In modern times
Holding hopes higher
Than the clouds that fly
Above our heads
Over the land
And through the mountains
Winning and losing
It’s just life
We are using
I want those
Right in the window
On the corner of no return
I want to bring them home
Muscle shirts outgrown
Can I get those gains
On these arms
Don’t be alarmed
When I walk in
With astronomical arms
I lived on a careful boat
In the middle of the ocean
Where the waves fall
With a fluid motion
I remember those days
Living on a boat
Way out far away
Up late
And sleep during the day
Take me to my literary
Take me to the library
Quiet life
With books abounding around me
The smell of the press
In my lungs
Deep in my soul
I’ll make my bookish turn
If books are still here
When I grow old
Eye on a coat
Like the rye
In a loaf
From across the room
A classic look
Fish bound
Hook
These coats
Don’t come here often
Not in these parts
Never quite common
My work desk
A kitchen table
A desk
A side bar
A coffee table
Day to day
Each different in it’s
Own way
For every emotion
A penny
Every feeling a dime
Every thought
A dollar
Could this solve
Theft and crime
For hope and dignity
Prosperity
We must grow as individuals
Before we know what
The dividend will pay
Congress organizes for royalty
Slowly
Uniformity
What if we could arrange
Our own destiny
In the hands of the many
In the words of a century old
Penny
What comes next
What pillar to fall
While the justices
Disrupt
Peace for all
What can be attacked
And won
When mere human will
Is running thin
We set our own fate
Etched in stone
Now as the gavel falls
One by one
It’s each man and woman
For their own