In a New York Minute

The fast pace of city life Blurs time until I blink

Unwavering

In their uniforms I could not see

The oddest assortment Ends up in a child's treasure box There is no rhyme or reason to us

And if tonight I go my spirit walks in autumn storms

Self care is never Selfish we can't help others If we are broken

Before the dawn When the world Is at its darkest I will leave All my doubts and regrets And meet the sun anew -Kel Dayheart

Bad habits pile up Like dirty dishes I will begin To clean it all up Tomorrow -Kel Dayheart

The explosion hit the center torn and splintered

The clutter overwhelms me Until I sit here Unsure if I will ever

Madness tises with the moon And the tide of change Drowns out the sanity That tried so hard To keep it at bay -Kel Dayheart