a pattern for days
a pattern for days
to go forth on a fool's quest
tilting at windmills
a pattern for days
to go forth on a fool's quest
tilting at windmills
a machine that talks
who'd have thought that would happen
wonders of science
fumbling forward
down the path to the future
to where does it lead
release the tension
i am a leaf on the wind
some days you just lose
to slog on through it
one stumble to another
weary to the bone
unwind assistance
a ginger ale and whiskey
the close of a day
closing of a day
secrets spill into the night
sitting on the porch
do something measured
with a powerful intent
better than stupid
the need to listen
to hear the world around you
become the quiet
a realization
sometimes i'm just very wrong
warned of days like this