The night is as dark as ever in a rapidly changing World, that never changes.
Daylight saving is fine as far as I know but what I don't know is who is saving it and why.
Perhaps it's being stockpiled in case the Sun burns out and we'll then be charged for it, (pay per ray)
Nothing else is new that I know of not that I know of much,
in dreams occasionally genius touches me that I do know.
I wonder if performing seals get fed up, I don't mean with fish, but do they ever wish they weren't so artistic?
If I elect to play 'snap' is that a snap election or just miscommunication?
bundling my belongings into an old canvas sack trundling along not once looking back as it all disappears,
years ago I think I did know but not anymore.
the lights are still burning and those yearning for hope can get it for free from the wandering missionary who used to be a minstrel until he retrained under yet another government initiative.
I still see the bare bones of the lacklustre, with homes enough to spare I shouldn't be able to.
Harder times failing visions blurred lines the ever changing always feels the same.