without knowing more what seems to be ominous might just blow over
even with eyes closed the springtime breeze is alive with floral beauty
three a.m. thunder left behind, hours later morning sky on fire
a simple message shouldn’t be that difficult to communicate
with an alphabet in common, we still rarely speak the same language
while we are watching the clown juggle, the conman has picked our pockets
a memory shared will never be remembered exactly the same
walk across a bridge the experience will change with every step
the biggest kindness we can show to one another is to just listen
cold grey clouds migrate as i pour another cup of hot black coffee
uptown jack 