One set of theories
Pulls from the others
Stories handed down
Truth wondered
How can a theory set
Be constructed from
Lies
How can a set of truths
Be interwoven with lies
Keep your eyes to the sun
And your feet on the ground
So if you need to run
You will always know how
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 net got neutered yesterday
Took the ole mate out back
Who needs equality of information
Let’s get the capitalistic wheels in motion
Nothing is free nothing is fair
Hold on to your memories
While the new politicians settle in
In a space and time
When the new future
Looks like a chained past
Growing up now we have to ask
How will new rules of net neutrality
Truly effect
You and Me
Summary tones
Collections of the drones
Falling up and
Slamming down
Can we call back
At a better time
Call waiting
Call line
The values held
Holding onto
What I have learned
From my journey through
The good times
The bad
Is that each individual
Has the ability to grow
Change
And develop
But just because
Opportunity
Does not breed success
One must act
And take the first step
Writing in form
Has to stay in function
Underground water
Tapped dysfunction
I tap my own resources
Short and few
Writing
I hope
I make it through
Feel the steel
In the air
In the water
Byproducts
Running through the veins
Underground
Sound the steel
See the light
Burning on the shores
A desire to go back
Backfired
While the steel mills
Burn
All night long
We have done something
Wrong
While your young
Pursue your dreams
While you are young
Why is this
What does it mean
How can it be
That as we age
We can not accomplish anything
While we are young
So youth implies dreams
Age implies death
Our own cultural symbols
Abolished as we went
So “go while you are young”
Some say
But rather
Go old and young
Both together
Can pursue dreams
Accomplish things
Even though people say these lofty words
And it doesn’t mean a thing
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
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
A Cup of Songwriting 