It started so innocent,
A way to get ahead, get some head, hustle that bread.
Then got over again
Under-fed, oh the dread – the shakes, the anger,
Where to go, who to call,
(Gotta make that connection
Make that connection)
What to do when i can’t wrap my hands around
My favorite piece, mirrored ideas, oh those fine lines are just so. . .
What to do when you’re all through?
What will you be without it?
The battle wages onwards,
Against fine lines and wrinkles.
Let me get my coat.
the building alight,
orange, yellow, red, swirling black;
there is no off switch.
The sky is alight; orange, yellow, red, swirling black. There is no off switch.
(click click)
Cut from the same cloth
We, human; our kind
Have the mindset to share
And to listen
We take stock of our options
Limited by limitless potential
Bound by the assumption
You cannot kill an idea
You cannot silence hope
trying to: drip drip
one foot in front of other
rain pounding concrete
