Another day, I promise myself
Better things are on the way
Sometimes it's the only thing
That makes me want to stay

Pull the knives from my back
Collapsed, so weak I can barely stand
Bleeding out from all the sin
Someone take the blade from my hand

Trapped inside these walls
Be your own hero, so I'm told
Searching, looking for a way out
But every turn falls cold

Our poor democracy, so broken and bent
Its hopes and dreams, so long since spent
What once was free, now so corrupt
The people's voice, should now erupt

The privileged few, still standing tall
While the rest of us, feel so small
The future of our nation, so far away
Our children, their dreams, so far astray

Our leaders, so out of touch
Their words, a lie, so often clutch
The people, so desperate and in need
Their cries, no one hears, their hearts bleed

You look so enchanting;
I have a desperate longing
to take your face in my hands,
to gently caress you,
to drown deep in your dark eyes.

What secrets are hidden there my darling?
What desires?
Your body fills me with a passion I have never known,
an all consuming fire
that burns from the inside.

Come my love, my wanton whore
quench the unquenchable;
drain my body, my soul,
do as you wish,
command me;
I obey.

Two hundred Sandhill
Cranes flew by
to decorate the
southbound sky,
to soar,
to flee,
to freely fly
off to a warmer mire.

And as I watched
the sedge move on
from roosts of colts
now so forgone
from nest
to sky,
to freely fly,
my own heart carried higher.

I wondered where
they'd find their stay
through winter's plight
so cold and gray,
to rest,
to stretch,
to freely fly
as nature would aspire.