I'm looking down a hallway with way too may doors;
And many lead to heartbreak and despair.
I tread the hallway lightly with it's weak and rotting floors;
The open doors will tell you I've been there.


Sometimes a door will open, sometimes it just wont budge;
Sometimes it's just better we leave it closed.
We can kick it down to enter or give it a forceful nudge;
But find regret is what we chose.


What door is yours?
What door is mine?
Their the same but different.
Lessons along the hallway of life.

digital disaster on the horizon.
with a monitor tan he plunges on.
one's and zero's spew pixeled *******
while assembled atoms wait in his bed.
the molecular world violated by binary delight
will forfeit it's reality and go offline.
digital disaster is on the horizon
and a life's work about to be lost.
the virus is spreading.

So calm, so serene, so beautiful;
Like a sleeping angel from paradise.
A slumbering child;
Symbolic of true love, of tranquility, of peace;
Of all good things endangered.
Sweet dreams my child,
Sweet dreams.
For tomorrow you awake.

Time; incremental speeding.
Slow when observed,
fast when ignored..
Ruthless.
Time; A paradox of friend and foe.
A teacher,
a tyrant,
valued.
Time;
spent.