you told me once or twice i think 
the ocean makes you restive, 
while those around you seem at peace, 
or even rather festive 

and though i may be wrong on this, 
it seems your very soul 
is troubled something quite so large 
is out of your 

control

They say that we’re too siloed, 
And that would seem more true 
If each of us had grain enough 
In what we have to do. 

But many times it can’t be seen 
By those who view outside 
The emptiness behind the chrome 
That we use domes 

To hide

She says I brought her to the storm, 
And left her cold and straggling; 
I do recall the lightning flash, 
Between the times of haggling — 

We only give what we can give, 
And that might make me narrow, 
But while we can change clothes and face, 
We cannot change 

Our marrow

please and thank you morning sun 
dark and wet the night that’s done 
fear, the seed that never yields 
left behind now in these fields 

for what is and ever was: 
winsome is as handsome does 
and life can be what it seems 
better breathed than spent 

on dreams

intersecting storylines 
crossing lines and ages, 
workers, lovers, friends and foes, 
innocents and sages 

woven in the tapestry 
crossing long and late, 
factories and heartbeats bound 
strands of steel 

and fate

after the drive-by stories end 
we still have lives and homes to mend 
but some can't do it, sadly, and 
with all the hope at our command 

we can't restore what's ever lost, 
we cannot bring the old times back 
the future will be what it is 
out here way past the beaten track

The red pill, the blue pill, 
The bitter pill to swallow -- 
The anger and the hatred and 
The many paths to follow 

The weight of all that's come and gone, 
The silence and the sorrow -- 
The dread of only yesterdays, 
The anquish of 

Tomorrow