Wound up to tight
Takes place
At the worst moment
At the worst sight
But when the time comes
To bring it back
The ropes have to be unwound
So that they don’t snap
So it starts with a twist
In the opposite direction
From the current tension
So that the line
Can start to relax
Again
Confiscated ways
Start with simple fascinations
Of time and energy
In the way
Of making today
A better tomorrow
You will hear
Upon arrival
The words once heard
To be the only way
Of survival
Cordial and quaint
Ideally a world
We can see as we paint
The words that we now know
As we grow
The more we achieve
Set out to see
The world around us
And all it is to be
A bully fuse
Set of by circumstance
As the lighting of the flies
Comes back to haunt us
In a familiar
And disturbing way
We watch the blaze
With a awe struck gaze
Meet the classic
Embrace the new
Don’t hesitate in adoption
Or you’ll be left behind
And screwed
So adapt and change
The All American way
Today
And tomorrow
A general nonsense
Is lingering about
In a wierd way
Around town
Where the cacti grow strange
And the wind blows mild
A bit of nonsense
Is making its way
Around
From news to views
Everyone plays a part
In the path they choose
For now
I heed only to the fact
That there is high levels of uncertainty
So certainly
There is a skeptisim
Required
If I had something great to
Say
I would say it
A wonderful way of thought
Would have been said
But tonight is late
Instead
Just words on a page
Like any other day
There is a tree
That grows in the desert
Around a house
Where it is pleasant
All things held constant
It can survive the brutal summers
And winters night
Waning night
Evening gone
Morning later
Will bring the dawn
For now I rest
An easy soul
In my heart
And growing old
Another take
Staying awake
My mind roams
When it gets to late
So in a hurry
I push the buttons
Most the tiem
I don’t even know
What’s coming
A Cup of Songwriting 