In the Snow

Heading home from Bellingham
Driving down the 5 and seeing
Cloudy blue Seattle
And it's promise that I never really found then

Riding up the hill
Feeling tall but slipping in the snow
That fell so sparingly but
Finding so much meaning in the cold

Thinking about morning times
Open eyes and how I used to fear
For things that wouldn't come
Hoping beyond hope
For something new

I lingered in the room
Inconsolable and restless
Meaningless and immature
I rode my bike to feel
Like someone different

All along trying to find
Something to connect me to the city
Or the people there
Who I thought so different than me

Floating weed along the beach
The spot where I would demonstrate
A fleeting dry incompetence
Not knowing for how long I would climb

For 20 years to find
New meaning in the things I think
Important, inescapable
And the people who impress
Me less and less

Was I happy in the mess
With the fire and the passion
And the trouble I put myself in
Treating every day like
A message from the past?

Now it's 2099
At least we're feeling older
And we're finally making something
Fixated on how time is flying by

Forget that ancient cry
For horns and youth
And fortitude
But would he feel at home here?
I like to think he felt it in his bones

Still making his way home
Don't be afraid of loneliness
But at this time i realize
We should tell our friends
We love them while we can

I am still that simple man
Just wearing more with folded hands
It would be a lie to say that I'm
Nostalgic for forgotten wars

I found one pen and then some more
I wrote til I could never write again
I walked through snow a different way
If someone asks I found the light today