We landed on Tuesday, again.
How do we keep the days new and fresh
in a changed world?
Seeking outside ourselves the answer
to what lies within,
we close our eyes to memory and dreams.
Imagine if things were different. Where would
we be and doing?
Going slowly toward sanity or madness.
Generations before have seen better and worse
and yet we survive another day.
We landed on Tuesday, again.
I Am Writing 