in the early morning bends
i begin to wonder, about my friends.
the tall order serves as disconnect
the scrutiny overwhelms.
i tap my heels along the sidewalk
pondering the ups and downs of our sideways dance
in the freezing cold that bleeds nostrils dry.
as our days turn into nights
in a cycle true and clear as glass
will we hang on, hang on, hang on
and let the nasty weather pass?
the clouds are brewing inside me
a voice repeating "let it be."
the fight, as all my friends could see
would be the force that set me free.