Fallen into the depths

Of a quick sand

No plan

What’s left

Of a ruined man

Falling quickly away from the

Eyes

Under a clear drawn blue

Sky

If we ask why

We understand

That you can not build a house

Upon a lie

Plan man

Ran again

With a strand

Of uniquely

Bland

Grit

And sand

All around the town

Looking around

While talking down

Plan man

Comes again

I worry

I know

What is set

In time

Must be let go

How is it

That everyday I hope for the same

But days end are always strange

I am worried

And I know

Of changes coming

Where I go

Checked table mats

Late night pizza joint

Family owned

A mumble of patrons

A brew of beers

Groove

In the late night pizza shop

Love late into the night

After the game

A win was had for the gip

All hailed after long trips

Into the hometown

Being around

Tonight

Pizza and the soul

Have a connection

A full bellies

Connection

That I can not explain

Nor do I understand

Forget the freeloader

Shame the forgetful

How can we make a new

With vengeful hearts

And souls

Forgotten free hoper

Keeping going forward

Goodnight midnight

What more to be said

That can’t be said tomorrow

Good night

Off we go

Sleep again

Hoping to grow

In thought and patience

Everyday

Midnight

Teach me to be

That way

Always the hardest part

Getting up

A head start

The way to learn and grow

Before the early glow

Of the sun

When the day is young

But the hardest part

Is pushing through

Each morning

Seeing each day to

The highest calling

Making a morning great and new

With the early morning dew