to do what's needed
to do what's needed
do this that and the other
shave another yak
to do what's needed
do this that and the other
shave another yak
feel the emptiness
where all those thoughts dissipate
reach into the void
the warmth holds in close
cocooned in that old blanket
lazy days of spring
a chasm is formed
to be slivering away
splinter in finger
so invisible
inside the press of people
gasping for a breath
to walk a little
and reach out to the sunshine
the simple pleasures
between wants and needs
not always able to see
feel that drop of sun
a slight intrusion
uncertain if allowed here
watch as art happens
some time to be alone
just to pamper my self
bastard that i am
time isn't quite right
the flow doesn't fit with now
slipping to the left