don't feel like writing...
what is there to say... everything that happens here, -
happens every day.
The sun - goes up each morning,
the moon - up there at dusk,
and all around the yawning-awning fever, pitched to bust.

the birds - they sing and crap all day,
the wind - it whistles as we play,
and as we run or walk away - it gives fast chase to make us stay.

the television - blinks and sighs, -- and pushes out its packages of lies.
my head - it swells and burns and churns
the thoughts ideas make me yearn
for other things that could exist
if we just ease - forget - desist.
...if we stop fighting, bitching, moaning,
if we start feeding, loving, knowing
that all the while - its all the same...
and it all happens - every day.