The stem steward
Gets up at the crack of dawn
Upon the glistening lawn
Procures the life
From the small plants
Around our feet
It’s the life
Of plants to keep
The stem steward
Gets up at the crack of dawn
Upon the glistening lawn
Procures the life
From the small plants
Around our feet
It’s the life
Of plants to keep
The write up
Not waking up
Much of the woken
Cut of mine
In a world
So full of feedback
At a distant time
No write up
Makes more
Than the last
Common thoughts
Common past
Today I look ahead
At the opportunity
Presented
In a world of chaos
And confusion
One hope is set on amusing
My mind
The opportunity
To grow
With ever moment
No matter how the world goes
Just keep going
The stated race
Has completed it courde
Time to start again
With a new direction
Of course
Now is the time
To see with all eyes
That unity will orevail
That hope is on the way
Never days
Always start that way
That nothing will be accomplished
In the easiest of ways
But the foot steps out the bed
The hand turns on the light
And the world revolves
While the commitment
To the pursuit
Gets involved
Meet the classic
Embrace the new
Don’t hesitate in adoption
Or you’ll be left behind
And screwed
So adapt and change
The All American way
Today
And tomorrow
A general nonsense
Is lingering about
In a wierd way
Around town
Where the cacti grow strange
And the wind blows mild
A bit of nonsense
Is making its way
Around
From news to views
Everyone plays a part
In the path they choose
For now
I heed only to the fact
That there is high levels of uncertainty
So certainly
There is a skeptisim
Required
If I had something great to
Say
I would say it
A wonderful way of thought
Would have been said
But tonight is late
Instead
Just words on a page
Like any other day
There is a tree
That grows in the desert
Around a house
Where it is pleasant
All things held constant
It can survive the brutal summers
And winters night
Waning night
Evening gone
Morning later
Will bring the dawn
For now I rest
An easy soul
In my heart
And growing old