1238

No matter the number of emails, calls, or texts

The sun still rises on all of us pests,

And while our lives are filled with tests,

The great cycle of the world, never rests.

1235

Sometimes fog clears slowly

Calm in the wake.

Within a great mechanisation

Clattering steel marbles

Eventually reflect a blue sky.

1232

Late work, early dark

(Breathe to settle a mind)

I hear the blues a callin’

(Breathe to settle a mind)

But no matter if I’m confused

(Breathe to settle a mind)

I always know what to do-

(Breathe to settle a mind)

-with those tossed salads and scrambled eggs!