Life/ in San Francisco
Some days you're biking on a flat road,
and with the smallest effort you're shooting forward.
Other days you're stuck in 7th gear at the foot of a very tall hill.
Some days you can sit out by the park all day,
Petting and feeding every dog that passes,
and sometimes that's enough.
Other times you're at home alone,
and you can't keep dogs in your apartment.
Some days you walk out the door in shorts--
the sun glows on your face and you can't help but smile.
Two hours later you can return home shrouded in fog and cold.
For every day that confidence wins,
and you dance with the world and feel beautiful,
It can seem there are a dozen when you only want to hide your face in stillness.
There is always uphill,
Always downhill,
Each day brings the bright and the frost;
Every opposite can meet
On a busy urban street--
You can keep your bearings but still get lost.
The changes can hit like a wrecking ball,
Or sprout like a garden of weeds;
Every change that you make
Could be a mistake
If you're never in touch with your needs;
Just remember the beauty of windows--
They'll show you the world, and your face--
Just keep this in mind
When you're sick of the grind:
There is no better person,
or place.
5/6/04
and with the smallest effort you're shooting forward.
Other days you're stuck in 7th gear at the foot of a very tall hill.
Some days you can sit out by the park all day,
Petting and feeding every dog that passes,
and sometimes that's enough.
Other times you're at home alone,
and you can't keep dogs in your apartment.
Some days you walk out the door in shorts--
the sun glows on your face and you can't help but smile.
Two hours later you can return home shrouded in fog and cold.
For every day that confidence wins,
and you dance with the world and feel beautiful,
It can seem there are a dozen when you only want to hide your face in stillness.
There is always uphill,
Always downhill,
Each day brings the bright and the frost;
Every opposite can meet
On a busy urban street--
You can keep your bearings but still get lost.
The changes can hit like a wrecking ball,
Or sprout like a garden of weeds;
Every change that you make
Could be a mistake
If you're never in touch with your needs;
Just remember the beauty of windows--
They'll show you the world, and your face--
Just keep this in mind
When you're sick of the grind:
There is no better person,
or place.
5/6/04