Todays days
Starts with a morning gaze
Into the pale blue sky
Not a cloud
Around
But the sound of a bird
Amongst the trees
Todays days
Starts with a morning gaze
Into the pale blue sky
Not a cloud
Around
But the sound of a bird
Amongst the trees
Confiscated ways
Start with simple fascinations
Of time and energy
In the way
Of making today
A better tomorrow
You will hear
Upon arrival
The words once heard
To be the only way
Of survival
Cordial and quaint
Ideally a world
We can see as we paint
The words that we now know
As we grow
The more we achieve
Set out to see
The world around us
And all it is to be
Baffling tones
All around
The zone of focus
In todays world
There is no straight forward
Progress
Regress
Reset
Redo
It’s all up to me
And you
Not always looking forward
To the kind of approach
You want
Rather a bit of back attention
Is required
When the hope is to make it
A full display
Of words and puzzles
Are on the way
A tense ring
In the most difficult of times
All that is built up
All the broken lines
But we have to address what is broken
Before we can repair
And grow
The stem steward
Gets up at the crack of dawn
Upon the glistening lawn
Procures the life
From the small plants
Around our feet
It’s the life
Of plants to keep
The write up
Not waking up
Much of the woken
Cut of mine
In a world
So full of feedback
At a distant time
No write up
Makes more
Than the last
Common thoughts
Common past
Today I look ahead
At the opportunity
Presented
In a world of chaos
And confusion
One hope is set on amusing
My mind
The opportunity
To grow
With ever moment
No matter how the world goes
Just keep going
A general nonsense
Is lingering about
In a wierd way
Around town
Where the cacti grow strange
And the wind blows mild
A bit of nonsense
Is making its way
Around
From news to views
Everyone plays a part
In the path they choose
For now
I heed only to the fact
That there is high levels of uncertainty
So certainly
There is a skeptisim
Required