Peach Bottom Sound

Loose be the dogs of war
Their cages sprung
like the mouths of politicians
and I
dancing amid the falling fallacies
Do ponder at length
for the errant visions
of a broken hourglass

Like rain do they fall
but no comfort cometh
For this land is wrought
with malcontent and listless masses (calling from the bottom)
So how do you fix
a wobbly machine
With delicate air
and special care
but not with ham-fisted frets

Can you keep a tune
with your hand in a blender?

Nothing like being tired.........or is it at the bottom I find myself? I think I've effectively overstayed my welcome on one of the forums I used to frequent. Perhaps I should just slip away and act like I was never there to begin with. Maybe I should just ignore that the site exists, ignore the people I knew there. I guess it wouldn't hurt (not like it's a knife or anything).

My mind.......................wanders..............
music plays
daylight fades
a trip to no where (special)


(Hidden messages are never read.)

I wonder what tomorrow holds. Perhaps it's best not to think that way. Thinking toward the future always lands me back where I started (where did I begin again?)