sometimes we end up in a situation where we just have to wait
we cannot expect clarity when looking through a distorted lens
every problem has a simple solution with a bit of work
sometimes we need to believe that something is there even when it’s not
ideas that work first have to become more than just an idea
what we were before can do nothing but inform who we are today
the flower does not know if it is beautiful it blooms anyway
everything seems just a little bit closer in the late night rain
one of the dangers of constant awareness is; nothing surprises
when a busy street falls silent, the city can finally exhale
uptown jack 