here’s an empty chair . perfect place to sit and think . unused potential
i don’t know the names . but i might know the stories . they each left behind
things that go missing are often where we left them accidentally
the beautiful things all seem to need protection from those who mean harm
we’re fully alive when we feel our emotions and recognize them
next year at this time the trees and the water still won’t set their clocks back
we make adjustments or we cannot move forward when the path changes
those who came before all left tracks, even the ones we don’t remember
to build a story we will place antique items where they don’t belong
to find happiness . we only need to look to . the feelings we tend
uptown jack 