as the sun rises the city sleeps, leaving me alone with the view
as we’re worn by time having lost the spring of youth we still try our best
unlike the spider we can see the beauty in rain caught in its web
the water droplet released in the fountain’s spray spent weeks in a pipe
it’s called the dog days of summer, when the shade tree is most inviting
live in the moment because in the beginning we know the ending
prepare for the storm really means prepare for the damage it causes
it is rebellion to appreciate stillness in a noisy world
the vine doesn’t care why we construct what we do it has its own goals
it takes more effort to live in unstable times which makes us stronger
uptown jack 