once again, another day, gloomy, for sure, but another day,
cold and gray, with snow not yet, just wet and not so good,
it ain't happy, it's just blah, but things are running, things
were watched, and wasted hours, unnecessary, maybe, but wasted
nonetheless, long word, and tomorrow starts anew, with projects
aplenty, horns included, kitchen askew, news not, but thoughts,
dreams, missing, lost into the ether from which they came,
no dreamcatcher, no handful of subconscious images to write
down onto magnetic storage, a missed opportunity, windows
closed, doors, closed, shutters up and about, winter closes
in, for how long, i don't know, storm of the century, maybe
less, so who has control, who to give control, it's been
tried both ways, both ways been burned, is there a third
option, not yet seen? has previous paths been not complete? |