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