Compare the light
To the nighttime
Floating feelings
That I have when
Sleeping through
The morning
Compare the light
To the nighttime
Floating feelings
That I have when
Sleeping through
The morning
With my hands off the wheel
Waiting room mints in my pocket
I wait as the launch goes
As quick as a rocket
From this direction
I can see a hopeful sign
Of growth
To become more fully realized
Is my hope
On the far side
Of life
I have said many goodbyes
A few hellos
Quite a few yes’s
And the occasional no
I have grown
To come and know
What is good in life
What is to be cherished
What wastes time
And what is meritless
So everyday I rise
And smile
For what time we have here
Is just a short
While
A test rescue
Starts
From the point of contact
And pursues
Safety
For those in flight
Like
Me
And
You
Machine style me
With a good natured
Laugh
Don’t impose
A frictional
Tone
Of indifference
Rather a love
I can hone
And develop
From a machine style
I envelop
All of myself
Baffled news
Read in the headlines
What I take away
Is not the linear progression of life
Events
But a new direction
Everyday
In everyway
Wound up to tight
Takes place
At the worst moment
At the worst sight
But when the time comes
To bring it back
The ropes have to be unwound
So that they don’t snap
So it starts with a twist
In the opposite direction
From the current tension
So that the line
Can start to relax
Again
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
That’s all for now
In a fleeting feeling
In the future
Connects me
To the now
Of this moment