A man was laying, slumped on the stairs
That go down into the subway
He looked up at us
His yellow eyes and dark face
As I was walking down
I stopped and asked him if he needed help
He looked at me
A face swollen and one eye infected or gone
And said painfully
I just need a coffee
I said "Oh, okay," then left him alone
He needed much more than a coffee
I told the operator about the man on the stairs
Got on the train and burst into tears

I'm on the precipice
And it's exhilarating
On the edge between
Falling and flying
Time and energy
Movement and rest
I've planted a seed
And it's starting to grow
A life of its own
Amazed by my child
And its silver-lined wings

I'm climbing the peak
Can see glimpses of the next valley
Its meadows look so inviting
I can't wait to rest there

I guess it rained while I was working
The roads are black and quiet
I guess you made it in safe
It was too late to call
When I thought about it
I guess I should get some rest now
Another day of business tomorrow

We are wonderful catalysts
Enzymes
Unlocking the energy of the world around us
Did the rocks feel bad about turning the plants into oil?
Does the sun want to die
When it burns someone?
I'm tired of the misery
And this left brain
What good has it done for me lately?

Too tired to write a decent poem
My stress and time crunches
Compounded my troubles
I'm bruised and broken
At least I have family
And a cat to love me

I could see how someone could get lost in the pages
Caught in the web
If I never went out
I would always find the words
Present the best me
With no one to test me
But I'm weak in this moment
I can't be there for you
I'm a sucker and a drain
I can feel my own weight
And I wanna be light
Don't want an easy way out
I'm just tired of myself
Guess what? I'm just tired.

He's dancing with her intentions now
Her mind paints the future in broad, bold strokes
Then all that is needed
Is the courage to drink from her own cup
And be satisfied, as it is good

She held my hair back
While I vomited, shaking
This happens every minute
Of every day
All over the world
We are all carriers
Of the diseases of our ancestors
Bless the patient souls
Who tend to the unfolding
Year after wretched year
With calmness and empathy
The painful evolution from
Misery to bliss