Scholastic Skies
Stare over Brooklyn
Built with math and arithmatic
Particular attention
To each inch and yard
Stretched in the air
So pretty
Built with human hands
This is
New York City
Scholastic Skies
Stare over Brooklyn
Built with math and arithmatic
Particular attention
To each inch and yard
Stretched in the air
So pretty
Built with human hands
This is
New York City
A big part of life
An even great degree
Than anything in business
Science
Or technology
Is just showing up on time
Simple and fine
But not quite so
When I was young
I was told over a thousand times
So
I ignored so many words
Dismissing them as vapid
But now I have come to realize
They were really quite right
These words mean more than any
Degree, account,
Or any other quality
Punctuality pays
More than other details
These days
Luck
Helps
To climb
The world ladder
Just arrive
On time
Contrast and compare
Leaving the soul in despair
Defining moments come through
Preparation and function
Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion
When all is lost
The path seems insurmountable
Breathtaking and long
There will be only one chance left
Of one lone singer
One lone song
Mathematics
Mere asthmatics
Done on fingers
Counting
Adding
Subtracting
One off
Two down
Now the implied
Does not have solid ground
How could I have mistaken
Forgotten or impatient
I must re-add
Multiply then subtract
Look for signs of hope
Continue to go forward
Rather than look back
Unthunk
Uninspired
Money
Mind Wired
Sad
Disappointing
Dust off the envy
Know what you know
Pick up
Go
White shade illuminate morning expectations
We look forward to a changing tide
With our eyes wide and hoping
Take one good look over the past
This moment will no longer last
Than it has taken to pass
Green in the city
Staying this way
Will prove a challenge
Yet a reward
We push onward
Today we set our roots in a new home
Two souls together
Better than one alone
I hope this post finds you well
Full of heart and eyes that swell
We make our way to city heights
On this blustery winter night
We find a new home
Among many and hoping
For luck to come our way
We will find out with rest
And another day
After many pains, deliberations, and delays
We are finally ready to make our way
To NYC and the east coast
We packed our bags
But still left most
Of what we owned behind
Tight car little time
Here we go
I-80 and the turnpike
I pray it clear with no ice
And we hope to make New York city
By night
Forget the formalities
Life lived with
High levels of uncertainties
I don’t complain
Even when the snow and rain
Take away
From the path we have laid
Deep breathes
Can take away the stress
Tea relaxes
Rest can settle the stomach
In a culture of rush
Instant satisfaction
My actions
Can be delayed
But we live full today
Making way for tomorrow
When the snow melts we will go
Continue on
New York on the horizon
Our minds prepare
For certain changes
We go were the wind howls
Us to come gathering
Make anew
The center of the world
In the capital of the red white and blue
Plans were made
Belongings were moved
This place we lived
Now looked new
To my eyes and you
No longer our home
But a memory
A place we stayed
It’s hard to imagine
Us living elsewhere
But so calls life
Opportunity
And growth
So we had to let go
Of what we knew
For the unknown
Loosing sight of shore
Push from the dock
Just a little more
We move on
Happy and sad
Love was nourished here
Love will grow
Wherever we go
But today this place
Looks different
We will leave our youth
A sense of innocence
For what lay ahead
We hold each other
Not one word was said
We fall asleep
Catch our rest
For what lies ahead
Will surely prove
A wondrous test