we are the flower behind a broken wire fence that we can escape
when the steam rises from the next pot of coffee morning can begin
in an open field it’s easy to lose the one among the many
one can’t understand without looking at something in another way
if i had a thought while staring out the window it drifted away
a drop of water can bend the light; imagine what is possible
be true to yourself that is difficult to do amidst all the noise
whether we stand in color within, read between lines control our lives
we could try for days but never match what nature does in a minute
sometimes when we’re lost it’s only that we are out of our element
uptown jack 