Here We Are

Making a Life Out Nonsense (Some Sence),
Making a Future By Sorting Thru Chaos,
Building a Dream from Nothing,
Sculpting a Haven out of Driftwood (cast off).

Building a Beach House,
Before the Tide sweeps us away.

Trying to enlist some believers in togetheness (commonalty),
Hoping to reach that kernel of humanity in others.

Shall we Sculpt a brighter future,
And move past our shared past mistakes.

Rusty

All the new styles, those that shine in Future light.
Can't hold a candle to our rusty rapture.

All that may be in current fashion.
May be smooth but out of sync to our personal telepathy.

We've got what it takes
To swim in choppy water
Keep floating and I'll be your Buoy.