There was never
Fairness
In capitalists
The idea was trivial
Literal
Jargon
On a page
So the ones who
Proclaim the top
Take what they can
All their days
So the rest
Can debate
The endless ways
To divide what is left
But well below
We will stay
I see the weathered lines
These times
From the only
World I know
Falling as down
Below
The hopes of the humanity
That live
Right here
And stewards
Of the fallen
Crowd
When I can
I try
To show
That hands working
Together
Are always
Better
Than one alone
My own knowledge
Falls short of knowing
What I can do
To improve
Everyday
Until now
I didn’t
Realize
That the purpose of life
Is to simply
Try to do
What you can
And give a little
And take a lot less
So in the end
You are not left
With a legacy
All a mess
Not to specific
The interactions
Of the words intended
Ran into the mud
Of my mouth
And into the world
So my own blurry vision
Is no hope
To other
At this time
So be patient
Be kind
For more to come
In time
I had one
Destiny had two
I have learned
To hope for a chance
A chance to see the world
In my hapless state of mind
A world gentle and kind
Or rather as I hope it is
And not for what it
Truly
Is
It is bestowed
Upon the ones
Who inhabit this land
With torn shoes
And weathered hands
That we make this earth
Our home
In that
We have to know
That the earth
Is an art
That is more important than
The words I write
I learn to be a steward
Of the world I know
Would the noise
That creates the hopes
Of one person
Have been thinkable
Without being said
In the open air
I wonder
What the course of
Actions will be
For my own future
Of the thinkable moments
That lie ahead
The words
Of not
Being present
Present
An issue of contentment
How to hold back
Feelings that should be
Out in the open
Is a way of restraint
And test
For the easiest hopes
What currency
Is it
That holds us
Hopeless
To the ground
When we are broken
And weak
A currency
Of the mind weak
So be free of this
Today and Everyday
From here on out
A Cup of Songwriting 