seized by random chance
seized by random chance
there is no path into the future
there is only now
seized by random chance
there is no path into the future
there is only now
what's wrong with pointless
to be doing all those things
but nothing gets done
a delicate work
to dance between the raindrops
happy to be soaked
a pattern for days
to go forth on a fool's quest
tilting at windmills
a machine that talks
who'd have thought that would happen
wonders of science
fumbling forward
down the path to the future
to where does it lead
release the tension
i am a leaf on the wind
some days you just lose
to slog on through it
one stumble to another
weary to the bone
unwind assistance
a ginger ale and whiskey
the close of a day
closing of a day
secrets spill into the night
sitting on the porch