A helpful buzz of sorts
Gets me started
In a new direction
From where I have been sending
All of my emotions
Until this moment
A helpful buzz of sorts
Gets me started
In a new direction
From where I have been sending
All of my emotions
Until this moment
The troubles I face
May be erased
Or true
The false troubles
Of the media machine
Either hold us back
Or undo
What plans we had
For me and you
The wheel spins
But doesn’t move
It seems to glisten
Between me and you
We keep seeing the same
Rotation
Over our heads
Side bird
Sits outside the window
And waits for the next
Singing bird to
Awake
As the morning rolls in
New
Is it real
Is it fake
Is it a symbol of the lives we live
Or a distraction
Or an abstraction
Or just a plastic
Fruit
Sitting in a pretty bowl
Next to the coffee cup
One is alone
Two are together
Three are friends
Four are couples
Five are meeting
Six are partying
Seven are remembering
Eight are waiting
Nine are laughing
Ten are busy looking
For the 11th
A fog state
Is not clear
Or heard of
In times of trouble
It falls back
To the old ways
Of knowing
What to do
When the fog falls thick
And fills everyones eyes
With confusion
I know a fog state
And we are living through the densest
Of nights
Starts with an offer
Of unknown origins
Pushed at the corners
Murky rewards
In a rather confusing night
What is at stake
And what is left behind
Wall Street chaos
Directed by Silicon Valley fingers
The triggers going off
In all the whimpers
What is shaping now
Is hard to determine
Which way is up
And which way is down
For the average looker on
That the book on the shelf
Little do I know
Little do I care
But it impacts the forces
That bear on self
Sometimes I am not the best
At preperation
Getting ready for the moving
Parts of life
But then there comes
Those moments
When it all clicks
Thank god for those
I trust more are on there way
Soon
Real soon