those not here it shouldn’t be a task to remember those not here it shouldn’t burden a heart to keep them near we love we lose those close hold the hand of the 1 who stands by you hold the
get comfortable with chaos get comfortable pull up a chair sit back take a deep breath try try to relax get comfortable with chaos the daily insanities the craze of sleepless nights fretting over the past blunders agonizing on future gaffes whatever is presently on your
mom mom you made me you gave to me asking nothing in return mom you showed me the way sometimes pushed & shoved me but always hugged me when i returned mom you were there in times of despair but
stream discover your meaning no thinking no direction no inflections no reactions the result astoundingly empowering find your flow the stream is a formidable force no longer masking pain with band-aids that won’t stick the water
look who’s smiling there was an inkling in the air for those in or out of despair to wake decidedly different to take on a new perspective put on those old rose colored glasses the ones hidden on the top
Wednesday’s malaise was it the wrong side of the bed that started the day as if your out of step the feet seem to work as you mull about but something ain’t right not battling a cold or flu can’t say it’s the blues but
