The lines from my shirt

To the sea of the wild

To the starting point

From the turnpike

Turnstyle

Waves roll

And call out to the open

Air

A city awake

A city in despair

Chicago

On the lake of Michigan

I set my eyes

To be seen again

What I found

Is gone

In a matter of moments

Reality sets in

That life is always

Changing

Rearranging

My perspectives

So for today

I wish the gone

Into the night

Along

All along Shore Drive

The setting is low

The grey hits the waves

As the sky

Becomes one

With the horizon

And the shore laps

All along

The day

And

Night

Some days

Go off wothout

Any significant

Advance

At a glance

Less than ideal

A bit of a stance

Still in the water

But that is the sign

That breathe is taken

And time to recover

Had

Sometimes just good enough

Is all that you have

The broken hall

Calls out

To me

In serenity

And purity

For all that the hall

Represents

Is the past and

Present

A hurried second

Carried me away

From the obscurity

Of the everyday

Into the rush

Of the hour of traffic

In my head

And on the road

So I left in a hurried second

And off I go

The smallest of efforts

Can provide

The highest

Good

So we must

Adhere

When we can

If we could

The days go by

And not a word

Is said or thought

About the past

Memories

That we have

In a way

We forget the old

To welcome the new

Me and

You

I yearn for the past

I yearn for the future

I don’t know what to expect

When I can’t go any further

So I take the moments

I get

In this life

To be thankful

For what I have

Word play

On an uneven day

Of wonder and

Remorse

Of course

The way ahead

Is to not lay dead

But to embrace

What will be

The future

Of you

And me