The Amused Few

The desires of the few

Reflect not of the masses

Rather of a few

Confused

Amused

Few

How can I be heard

Should I be heard

Are questions we must ask

Each other

Before we attempt to speak

What can we do in this world

How can we both speak

And listen

So to be heard and to hear

Draw the Lines

Who drew the lines

In the dirt and in the sand

Who drew the lines

And divided up the land

Who wrote the words

That turned us in

We followed so blindly

Waiting with a grin

Nothing comes from nothing

Hans draw the letters to create the words

To create the lines

Let’s examine the lines

For we can see the truth

if we just give it time

The Lonely Ones

The lonely ones

Start early

And end late

They find a path

Constructed

From paper machete

From the grounds of

Sacred hollow

The lonely ones

Have a tough

Pill to swallow

The lonely ones

Changing our world

In silence

Foggy City

Foggy city

With its grey hues

Haven’t been back in a while

So I’m past due

A city

A world

New York City airport

Love and live

Hope and sin

It’s been a while

And I’m glad to be back

Straight Ahead He Said

Straight ahead

With no deviation

One handed guide

Swiftly through the nation

Embalmed with lies

Far and wide

You could see the twinkle

Lost in his eyes

Straight ahead he said

With no remotes

Stay consistent

Stay in course