as we wake, we make an invention
of what is to be our reality today;

remembering our past-past, and present-past;
our yesterdays are busy behind us each day,
making tomorrows; proudly ahead of shedule;

of a morning's rising, we suit-up for yesterday.
mindfully settle quickly, Reality has a sleeve,
perhaps always an Ace hidden; cost ya to see.

i need a calendar, to mark-off the days
as i exist in my own mind too; thankfully.

we sleep. dream is drain [brain-drain, needed]!
an existence that proudly gives few answers, many clues.

shoulders of ideas make our path soft yet confusing.
there is a home for the common man; which he must leave.

06/25/2010

Posted on 06/25/2010
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