And so we find ourselves here,
weary travelers that we may be,
broken, bloody and famished,
sitting on the edge of the sea
The stories that we tell ourselves,
may they forever be
filled with hope and love and doubt,
and as deep as the depths of the sea.
The things of this world will not last they say,
but alas we are here again today,
the rhythmic beating of the waves,
be brave, again they say, be brave.
Clear stars dance upon the night sky,
as we check again our water supply,
the sleep is for the wealthy they say,
and so for us we can only pray.
Tossed and turned to and fro,
I’d like to have another go,
a chance to begin again,
a chance to begin again.
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
And this ain't no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try”
If it were only so simple to describe what I am trying to say, I’d say it, I’d say it, aloud today.
These thoughts that bubble up, the pain that they bring, the missteps, the mistakes, and the sorrow that they bring.
The trouble is being troubled by doubt and death and destruction.
And so I sit here tight and and wait futher instruction.
I think this is a wonderful and interesting time to be alive.
What do you think?
The future together is bright.