justwrite 6 june

when it's time to go the rain comes and when we ask there is no answer we take our chances and the dances are not always clear the path is not always the right way but we play our parts and also harmonicas at times the crimes fit the punishment and at times we ought to listen more but the directions are cler and there are more left turns to make though we're always heading in the right direction if it were easier to be fitter if it were more prioritized would these eyes see the same reflection and what corrections can be made when the fading turns so fast to dark the park and its occupants the weather and its strangers brought together by the haphazard elegance of shared inconvenience and this is a line that i will use again we are stranded banded together the weather oh i know i know and the show goes on but that's a different movie and the worries ally hurry away the plays end their games and the names are all sorted we've purported to be prepared we're glaring on the stage and we're honeysuckling the rage that is an inside-out watermelon dry before its time we are rangers in the forest of consultation and the confirmation will come at the sound of the tone we've grown tired again we're fired my friend like so many pots like so many overwatched canteloupes and you can see it's summer you can feel the window breezed open in this direction too many corrections and not enough truth too many styles and not enough youth we're passing along suggestions we're building new connections we're talking we're walking and the rain carries on the lightning and the brightening we're disturbed by the randomness but the planned bits aren't quite as fun the venn diagrams scrambled up to keep track of what we've got going we're easily blowing the proportions out of sorts and we'll try to keep that under control but it's true that we've stolen this time and we're not giving it back it's a murmur and not an attack so there's that to keep in mind