Changes sweep through my fog .
Their light so bright .
It only reflects into the ethereal distance.
If the world would only use the dimmer switch.
Please turn in the low beams!!!
Dulled , yes the edges aren’t quite like razors.
Details , does the devil really reside there?
Personal experience shows the lack of precision is where
Diabolical reason begins.
Fast , things move at breakneck pace.
Just a taste ...
The necessity of the need , the fuel for greed.
From east to west , life always travels the same.
Many of my actions have been contrary to
what youth longed for.
Now it’s an oil slick shining from a puddle.
Like a stiff drink , things get muddled.