Winter Chicago

An ordinary world

A solid site at best when

I'm staring out at a morning sun

These things I don't need

And the music I see when

I'm staring straight into myself

It's like life giving light

Onto words that I write

About how these things should be

In this room, in this chair

At this screen that I face

My music and solitude

I'll play it to you

And make commands on when

And where these notes should hit an empty page

And it's what I will do

So I can see this through

Helping me in holding on

We wear hearts on our sleeves

This is what we all need

This life in the music scene

With these firends and these kids

And the shows that we play

All the music we call our won

[~by Reckless Betta]