Driving to nowhere this dashboard, my confessional
My actions are my own doing, always discretional
Finding clairvoyance in love, most days are exceptional
Honest forthright, there is no reason to be transgressional
Live the golden rule, nothing about me unprofessional
I lead this parade, but not a thing about its processional
The chapter that ended, just a prequel of my sucessional
The answers I found, is reflecting becomes progressional
How I feel does nothing to move the costs decimal
Time on its own will always be a stoic recessional
Categories:
progressional, confidence, identity, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Monorhyme
From the heart of their country to a new world they did sail
Over an expanse of ocean through storms and gales
They settled in New Amsterdam, this Dutch colonial place
To create a new world in their progressional space
Many years later after conflicts took their toll
New York was born, under British control
The gate to this city is passed by a lady so proud
A gift from the French, freedoms torch raised to her clouds
The Big Apple, this city in the year 2001
Where infidels and cowards tried to bring this gem down
But deep from their depths from the loss of their Twin Towers
Feel its heart and strength, its unity powers
Categories:
progressional, history, people, places, politicalworld,
Form: Quatrain