Walking down 40th in the rain
Hoping that things can stay the same
knowing that I can't stay for long
It's heavy and hard to hold on

Right and wrong
Lately aren't enough 
To keep me
Going on

Feel like I'm walking in a dream
Mo longer question what I see
The streets go on for days
But there's still something in the way

Right and wrong
Lately aren't enough 
To keep me
Going on

40th St

Two Lines
Floating Through Fog-light
All golden glow and gray

One sits
The other is waiting
Waiting for something more
To Arrive

One line says to the other friend, "I'm aching"
"How do you sit so still so long"?
The world is out there waiting, running by you
Is truth not revealed against the Tide?

Watch It Go

Two Lines

The path of least resistance I have found to be
Often inconsistent with finding peace
For to be a pebble with no agency is to be blown down the hill by a breeze

Maybe i misheard it when I heard it said
That going with the flow helped you out of your head
For when i surrender to the wind
I am blown deeper down till I can't see anything

But I, I know, I have seen, 
What I can't recall 

And though I cant speak it, I can see it 
Clear as morning in my room

Truth i have found lies against the tide
Where the friction of the current where's away my pride
And impulse is washed right out of mind
Replaced by an awe of a force ancient and fine

But i can only stay there for a moment
Till I'm washed onto the shore where the wind blows me again.
And down my rabbit whole I will fall 
Until I find the courage to walk out of the dark

And back out to the see where lies the tide 
Where the friction of the current wears away my pride.
And Only for a moment i will speak
With honesty and wonder at the life I lead.

The cycle is the path that we all walk
To fall down the whole that we've known so long
Know that it's only for a moment
You can always find the courage to walk out of the dark.

The Path

Oh I don't know what to ignore
As your eyes dart down to the floor
And the light is rushing in
Through the louvered window pane
And my phone is buzzing across the room
And the clock is talking news

Oh, Meaning, Where do you sleep?
In the air between my sheets?
Or are you something beyond me
Something deep inside I can't see
or do the broken faces say nothing to me 
on the green-line at night.

Never No

One Day
Far Away
Amonst The Green

Old Tree
The Flush of Leaves
The Wind Blows by
One Too High
The little leaf
Can't do a thing

Slowly 
He Falls

The Wake
Radiates
Across the pond

Oh Leaf
Rushing down the stream
will he succeed
and plant the seed,
continue on
and on and on?

Or will the Virus and Bacteria Consume him?

Look See