good refrain, bad in the interim... "when we're at the take-off point"

When we reach

the take-off point

You have to swear

You won't disappoint

When I watch

from far away

You have to swear

That I can stay

These gray days

Are neither here nor there

I write it down

To check it off

Make preparations

To get tough

But it's just more time spent

Waiting on a cue

A sign from you

To know it's true

To know it's true

When we're about to go

I will want you to know

I will swear

I love you so

I will swear

I can bear

The delay

To another day...

These gray days

Are neither here nor there

I write it down

To check it off

Make preparations

To get tough

But it's just more time spent

Waiting on a cue

A sign from you

To know it's true

To know it's true

wildfire

I have a soul like wildfire

Leaping from surface to surface

To fill every nook and cranny

Of a combustible existence

Oh, to burn so clearly!

To rage with sustained hunger

Is to feel the pains of a world

Yet unfilled, never completed

To have a soul like wildfire

anything posing as a poem that includes 'asphalt jungle' is... not a good song. in fact i think this only makes sense in couplets rather than stanzas.

Got lost in a marble staircase

Morphed into an asphalt jungle

Now I'm with like-minded creatures

Tearing up the book

Disillusioned, disenchanted

The city I decamped

Left without a woman or a dime

Where I was going I'd get plenty of mine

I slept on stars under roofs

Wrote memoirs at public libraries

Spent a lot of time getting out of the squeeze

Now I'm where I belong amidst the trees

save yourself for later

I come from a town

Where life is sold wholesale

Forget what it's not

Let's see what's in stock

Don't try too hard

Let's see if it's feasible

Don't exhaust yourself

Oh, the places you'll go

You've got to save yourself for later

You'll do something greater

Me, I'll just go

And meet my creator

You've got to save, save yourself for later

Me, I'll reap what I sow

I'll ask the waiter...

Chalk it all up

To a shadowy dictator

Lay it all on

Anyone but me

You've got to save yourself for later

You'll do something greater

Me, I'll just go

And meet my creator

You've got to save, save yourself for later

Me, I'll reap what I sow

I'll ask the waiter...

I'd almost forgotten

What a morning breeze felt like

I sit in the bleachers

Cheering it on

Lift me back

Slap me around

I can take it

I always have

You've got to save yourself for later

You'll do something greater

Me, I'll just go

And meet my creator

You've got to save, save yourself for later

Me, I'll reap what I sow

Reap what I sow

What I sow

on the notion of progress

Nervous/service

Fair lady, your conduct makes me nervous

Your walls are up in hellish creeping flame

I cannot accept your faithful service

Take flight, hasten away, innocent dame

Dedication is not what I deserve

My heart does not mirror the outer blaze

Godspeed, leave this wreck to yourself preserve

Escape, woman, from this infernal maze

If you refuse, I would abdicate this fate

And, trying, fail; for fire has found function

She, unscathed; I cook as on a hotplate

Knowing, I never felt compunction,

Never explained; I loved her ignorance,

Now blackened, I have felt nothing long since

incomplete, variation on 'in the morninglight' theme

Even though I know I'm just a drop in a bucket

Even though I know I'm just a grain of sand

I can still see the road through the fog

And maybe I want you to take a stand

Surely you know I can see you crying

Surely you know tears are no warranty

I can still see flashes in your eyes

And maybe I just want to set you free