This is a greeting

And you just fucking head out
with all of that in your head
off balance, walking over cracks
a sudden misstep could be tragic
(not really)
just go ahead and walk it off
what ever it is that has you
dizzy and leaning
to which ever side has seen
greener grass when walking down
the sidewalk, kind of awkward
when walking between concrete;
sky scrapers and all that
city shit which tries to impress
but appearances aren't everything
when you have all that shit in mind
that type of shit which tries to ruin
your day like everything isn't really
alright when really it is, just gotta
go smooth like you're the shit
because everything really is fine
because you really got it, just gotta
squeeze tight and try not to choke it
because all of this isn't going anywhere
why try to force it,
when everything floats so beautifully
naturally gliding in the cold or warm
(what ever) wind, from the lake
to downtown, landing gracefully
so grateful, so chill
knowing that no matter what
something will happen after

So why carry all that
when there is so much more
to miss?