Hands back on the wheel
Teeth grit
Bones of steel
Resilient to temptations
Demands
Creative hold
On ready hands
No expectations
Of solving problems
From other worlds or nations
Commitment from within brings me back in
Hoping that words fabricating words can strike
Even the most tender of nerves
Excited to give back
Drawn back into the simple
Relentless fragile pursuit
Sunday morning slugs along
Leftover capitalizations of yesterday’s songs
Missed opportunities
Overachieved success
Deep sleep
With much needed rest
The day brings opportunity
Challenges and breaks
Waiting for on relaxing Sunday ways
Until the week begins much slower
On Monday
Alarm
Open
Wake
Doubt
Resilience
Resume
Clothes
Dress
Quiet
Instrument
Clock
Rehearse
Doubt
Wandering
Focus
Confidence
Practice
Practice
Practice
Alarm
Next
Instrument
Clock
Practice, tired, questions, confidence, excitement
Alarm
Food
Poetry
Exercise
Drive, Perform, Drive
Sleep
Repeat
Off and running
We could not see it coming
The challenged faced
Could not be erased
Avoided
Or constrained
Ubiquity in equity
Understanding out diversity
Was the challenge we
Were presented
We sleep to rise
Rise to work
And push on again
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Information technology
Slip and slide of lethargy
Connected eyes
With screens to see
Distracting cells of energy
I pull away empathetically
Hoping for some new life in me
How is it that machines can lock in
On holding tight to my time and skin
Settle my movements and actions
Taking me into dead satisfaction
I am weary of these offers
Video games makes normal
The martyrs
So I will walk away
Until the next day
The lights illuminate my face again
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
So long gone
So many more to come
Hours pass like minutes
Days pass like hours
Weeks pass like days
Months pass like weeks
Years pass like months
Growing up
Time on the run
I must settle myself
Settle these days down
To take in the beauty all around
Keep looking up
Only check once to look down
We build houses
Trees with farms
We hold them dear
We create our own opportunity
From the sparse earth
We pull new life
Our own life and growth
We give back
In this line of work
Make discoveries
On weathered farms
Growing up
Under swollen skies
Making changes
In our parents eyes
Commitments made
Growing mistakes
We just have to do
Whatever it takes
I watch you grow
You watch me
We help each other stay
From as low as life
Can be
We wake up together
To see another day
Whether its the sun
Or the rain
We grew up under swollen skies
When the rain fell
It pulled the tears out of our eyes
Yet we pushed through
I get to see a new face
Through the rain anew
I am honored and proud
To be your husband
Under these dark rain clouds
Its hard to imagine
Yet easy to see
Life grown
From sea to sea
City coast on eastern suns
To the simple life
Of farm living
What we see
Is what we are giving
The floors kept with field extras
Bugs, birds, dirt and all
We are held up
While the road calls
Be on your way
Where it takes us
Not for us to say
A Cup of Songwriting 