Extended by the hand of Eddison
Our days.
Whether or not they are spent  living
Or just  spending their livings- into
What ever  makes them happy
and Im happy
For them.

Leonardo took a drag off his pipe . . .
Leaned back unsatisfied

"What do you think Thomas ? What is it lacking ?"

Eddison , leaned in for a closer look

"I don't know for sure other than it needs a little more light ."

"Who is that anyway , I don't think I've seen her around before ?

de Vinci , "Oh I don't think you've ever seen her but I'm sure you've heard her around ."

They both look at each other and declare ,"Moaning Lisa !"

There is a distant cliff. I can see it coming and its not going away.
There is a chance of going to the edge and there is a chance of turning away.
Once to the edge and once turning. It ended the same.

What a sorry feeling it is to give away trust when you have a choice.
It does not matter
It is just everything.
It is just your life.
Its just this little thing like a hang nail or a splinter or a small burn.
It is you electric bill in the winter when you have the money but the lights outside are to bright and you curse the ******* eddison or tesla.

It is just your life. It is.
You want nothing but the good things and you cant even be good.
You want something. You just haven't figured it out that you needed more than you wanted.
Sleep well now, its time and its earned.
it is last call. it is just your life to spend