Back Against the Time

Back against

The world

Is a telling story

Of what can be said

And what has to be withheld

So the moments

Of pressure

Must be spent

In focus on the goal

Not the swaying of

The masses

To and endless game

Of chance

The Memories Were Never Mine

It was all a part

Of a play

The moments passed

As the wind blew

Through the day

The memories we make

Are not to keep

But rather to hold

Close to our hearts

Throughout this crazy

Life

That we live

The Humorous Wind

A wild wind

Blows

On the eastern

Shores

Of Chicago

Down the lakeshore

And through the streets

Of a city

In a constant state

Of repeat

And repeat

So the sun lights

A small grain of sand

One by one

All again