My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Heading home early morning; sun's up but I haven't seen the rise Uber cuts across the avenue, traffic lights blinking out of syncAnd I am drowning once again in the turning of an emotional tideStill sleepy six blocks and counting Hudson River morning ferry And there's a vibration in the center of my chest where …
…too often in the solitude of when all is said and done after the passions have been met when the dead of night begins its decline and the morning light starts to rise there is an emptiness that comes over me taking me by surprise in the before day-break ride heading home when angst begins …
Trilby Yates 