time moves so quickly, the week goes by in a blur, before you know it it's thursday, just really short, things just pass on by, moving up in the world, to better places, better things, it's nicer up higher, with a view, with things cleaned up, proper even, but other things, bother, annoy, when the past is better than the present, when memories are painful because that's what they are, memories, and focus is given, slightly, unknowingly, but given, and nearsightedness ensues, but i've got glasses, contacts when i remember to clean them, but they help me to see clearly now, but sometimes, it's better to have the beer goggles on, cloudy, murky, autumn's fog rolling across hillsides, when you can't see 15 ft in front, or behind, just your left foot, then your right foot, then the left again.