It’s not easy
Seeing two sides of the coin
When all my mind tells me
Is the whole racquet is annoying
In my own decisions
Or indecisions
There is a vision
Of struggling to understand
That people make their choices
As hard as it is to watch
I know it
But no one wants me to
Stand on my pulpit
So in silence I will struggle
To understand
Withholding judgment
As best as I can
Am I prepared
For this life
The moments
That I fail
To see the hope
Amidst the sadness
When the focus
Is anything but what I want
To focus on
I need help in these times
When my unarmed eyes
Can’t see a way through
If it were one
Make it two
Or three
Take them all
Take from him
Take from me
If it were double greed
It would be easy to see
So be aware
Of those
Trying to take everything
They can see
From the moment
I opened my eyes
I could see a world
Spiraling with
Lies
To deny
The truth
So we must awake the room
With acts of truth and good
For all of us to
Do
It started with a few words
Like a leaking faucet
On a dry day
As the hopes of many
Became united
In one discrete shade of
Grey
So they say
That the rhetorical waves
Had begun
From the drops into the ocean
It all was one
In that moment
I knew the sea change
Had already won
The wide eyed ocean
Breeze
Filled with salty
Vibes and evenings
Long and cool
Into the night
I close my eyes
And feel those
Wide-Eyed Ocean
Life
The old county
Where I grew up
The straw north
Outside the state park
Where you could hear the rides
At night
Off the highway
That creaked in the evening
And cracked at dawn
The fields filled with
Corn and life
Back on
The other side
At the time of this writitn
There are clouds
Up in the mountaisn
Rain in the air
To whole this may concern
To whom they may care
So I approach
A late spring morning
With a renewed sense of direction
Upon the mountians
My eyes lay
In connection
Words to believe
Start with a truth
About reality
So that we can see
What potentially
Can be
A future
Probability
Noiseless questions start with
A thought
Of interrogation
Uncertain hopes
And frustrations
So ask away
In the current state of affairs
What is yours
Could soon be theirs
A Cup of Songwriting 