the push

...when the universe pushes, we only pull or push back...

feel like a night out - the wind picks up when no one notices.

the cars roll a little sluggish while the corner stores are

all packed with people who don't own cars.

waiting on a ride a quarter past twelve, scratching yr

lottery tickets crossing yr heart with hopes that maybe

'they' might call back -

bruises and scars from your heart on yr sleeve.

too much given so seldom returned.

but i wouldn't trade it all - it's the push that makes it

worth more than our weight in gold.

the push is what makes us feel and know we're alive.

on a weekend far away from here maybe love

will flutter past and sow a seed in our hearts.

but regardless, it's the weekend and the grind

waits for no man - back in action come monday morning.

if only time could move slower - so that this seed could grow.