Ambition crumbles like the wintered Boston streets.

Another day of rain, an empty promise repeats. 

Salt stained leather bound the soles of your feet.

Amongst good company, a drink to empathy.


Morning breaks and it's a brand new day.

Growing outward like a plant in the shade.


Hung over from the night, and my back isn't right today. (isn't right today)

But the sun brings back a feeling like the end of a long work day.

Soil breaks, new life penetrates, and we move forward