We dart and dazzle, sniff and frazzle
just never quite figure it out.
All projections broken down,
all suggestions waved goodbye.

We left money, got a glimpse of fame,
we saw succes and honey, they were never
the same.
We showed shimmer, shine and gold,
a good time yet put to shame
with nicely furnished cars unequalled to behold.

Is it less specific, more erratic, more pacific, less adriatic?
Progress, reaching goals, contentment, food, shelter, love
and friendship, sowing seeds and meeting needs? A simple conversation, perhaps, it's just what
we're used to, differing to all.

Perhaps it's someone comforting you,
before, during and after the immense fall
that is life.

It may be words, cursed or blurred,
coats for rain, only when rain occured.
It may be bark from trees or dogs
or the arrival of pizza at your door at half past four on saterday when the neigbours are away and everything is finally ******* quiet.

Maybe it's new episodes of shows,
songs supporting the cinematic universe as it grows,
might as well be birdshit on your brand new clothes.

Fun is when Bob sings with Sheldon
and the parade they held on
falls.

Fun is when things fall into place
when puzzling in space.
Fun is when you know you know you know
and you can finally let go.