I wish
There was an only truth
Not many versions
Of interpretation
That leaves us with nothing more
Than a divided nation
Just some wanton hope
I guess
The Only Truth
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Have We Enough
Have we enough
Of the darkness
That lingers
A little too long
Can we politely
Move on
To a better version
Of ourselves
Upward Onward
Upward
Onward
A way to hope
We can make a better
Future
Than the one we know
This Pencil
This pencil
Is filled with hope
Words I have written
And those I don’t know
But every stroke is a chance
To give a hopeful glance
To the sheet below
Musing Late Night
Musing late night
Winded
But not done
Giving it a full effort
Until the morning sun
A Loose Turn
A loose turn
Taken
When all that was needed
Was focus
To go forward
Without any damage
But instead
Here we are
Inflamed Stranger
Inflamed stranger
With no wise words
Nothing to share
But something
Read in the paper
Untrue
As told from me
To you
Free Wheels
Freewheels
On a grounded surface
Holding the line steady
With no plan to return
No money can be earned
When these freewheels
Are glued to the ground
Rather than burning the road
Not making a sound
A New Time
A new time to
Grow
Up
In a moment
When the world
Stops
So we can reflect
What do we get
Growth
Too Blue for You
I’m too blue today
To get out of bed
Way to blue
For the headwinds
Of you
I’ll push myself up
Only to fall back down
I’m held up with toothpicks
In this town
So blue
That even the sky
Is dark
Too
