Manhattan

Son, listen to the fine words I speak to you:

As you grow toward becoming a man

Never you fail to stop dreaming,

But know one thing: Big dreams cost money;

Women are bound to break your heart,

Friends will come and go like seasons do,

You will spend more time hating the world than loving it;

Plenty of feet are going to tramell over your grave

No one will listen to your problems,

If they do, they’ll be glad you have them

You will get stronger, if not biter and wiser

But in the end, then you’ll find Manhattan

Waiting for you.

KeepWalking

It’s a hard road to travel:
Alone like John walking the desert
All burden and guilt I left behind
Weeping wives, carousing friends
Even my enemies wished me well;
Still, it’s a hard road to travel
Some many times I want to turn back but can’t,
The winds have wiped traces of my footprints
No longer do I recall Where I came from,
Here I am without shadow, name or glory,
Only a desire to see the end of this journey or die trying.
So I dust myself up the earth
And onward I keep walking.