Back to my ******* of tricks here. Spontaneous words and meter. Well, there is an old scrap of poetry woven in here as well.

“Curiosity about life in all of its aspects, I think, is still the secret of great creative people” – Leo Burnett

Tossed my salad and read the news
Nothing is better when you have the blues
Set on a path of random destruction
Bent on the bar, it’s raised very high

I render the page any way that I can
And won’t rearrange it absent of reason
I contend with the moment as best I know how
Reliving the pattern I chose to believe

I believe in it all if there’s half a chance
Let’s settle the sound, we’re caught in a trance
Got no particular place to go
Tis reason to fly, it will help get you by

A shattered pane is all that I see
The window frame remains intact
You can’t always be as lucky as me
It’s time to let go and find your way back

Don’t ask me how we got so astray
To not come back in the usual way
With words and laughter and tears and jests
But then who knows?
                                      
                                           We may.