The world turns on its axis,
I sit strapped in the back of black taxi's
And look for change,
But as the nights fade and wane to days
I'm amazed how it all stays the same…

I miss unbroken whole homes
Feeling secure in their threshold,
With clothes neatly ironed and pressed in fresh folds,
And tables set for four,
Its the simplest things that affect you more…

Simple conversations based on nothing,
They come to mean everything
When left behind by those who are gone,
I dreamt of my grandfather last night,
Who sat by my side, in an old stadium now knocked down,
As a child he would hold my palm in his worn fingers,
And weave me through the massed crowds at the match,
Back when sitting on shoulders, would amaze me
You raised me.


In this dream we spoke, and your words
I cannot recall, they fall from memory,
Though I do not know what you said to me,
I do know what it meant to me,
That you were there with me, in some form,
In some force, I felt your energy…

And when I looked left, where you sat and talked next to me
And remembered that you were gone from my waking world,
I looked again and the seat was empty,

1.22

How did I miss the cancer signs,
I should tell you that I graduated yesterday,
Soon to see friends slip to strangers with the sands of time,
I try to hold these years with the young hands of mine,
I'm nothing but an imperfect man with ample crimes,
Who rhymes for his slight chance to shine,
Wish I could say I followed some planned design,
But thats not true.

I went to your childhood home and watched the same stars
I felt that warm glow,
No one can tell me that's not you