in this belated realization that it's a raw and cynical age we search diligently in the rubble for relevance just as we look where we shouldn't for excellence and bemused by it all we find that we're in a cage
again and again we lap against the shores of our sleepfulness as we do our chores and hope for the echo that tells us move even if there's no treasure trove promised
at the end of a dream we start another at the start of another dream there's no bother about detail or assurance it will happen this next time it is in the nature of life to keep hoping and struggling
so now that times move quickly towards resolution and now that contradictions dissolve in revolution i hear the chiming of a distant bell in the far distance it bids me move resolutely to my perpetual perch
where i shall crane my neck for metaphorical gold nuggets So my wild adventurous friend and fellow traveller let us be off then and be doing and let us truly be deserving of the adoration and adulation that comes with being a winner
in victories that taste like ash because you begin to wonder what it was all about and just who it was stole your thunder it is a perpertual puzzle how everything only lasts a moment and how we can't quite recall it all even though we would