Upon Arrival

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

Today’s Gaze

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

Nonsense

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