Skipping Rocks in my Sleep

I'll put a couple of tear drops in my pocket to embed them into my clothing.  It helps.  Thoughts of yesterdays moments are over and done.  It's the haunting ones that linger that you want to deal with and the pleasant ones you embrace.  It's a new moment in time, which stops for nothing.  A brief outline of tomorrow is what I go on.  A silhouette of a blueprint surrounded by fog once and awhile.  I stand amazed at times of the broken green light, always on green.  For all of you that take the time to fix it so that it cycles again, my hats off to you.  Consistency.  A term that floats in and out of my life like the Autumn leaves dancing in circles and landing in a different place.  "Novocaine for the soul, before I sputter out."  Sounds good?  There is a tug inside of me that I can't quite put my index on it, but I know that I know that I know.  Mundane vision.  Empty warehouse.  Stale crackers and orange peels.  Let's just vacuum the floor up and keep it moving.  You reap what you sow.  Harvest time comin'.  Existing and engaging are on opposite sides of the fence.  I've seen both of their backyards and existing doesn't mow it's lawn.  Paint your perfect picture and tell me what it looks like.  After all, do we not make choices?  Let's saddle up in a horse and buggy.  We can stroll through sleepy hollow and invite the headless horseman to come on board for a pleasant conversation over tea.  It knows the great mysteries of this place and what a humble guide to have along for the ride.  "The wind in the willows played tea for two, the sky was yellow and the sun was blue."  I'm catching the next wave back to shore to rest awhile and I'm also a bit anxious of these waters.  The aquatic life is somewhat restless and I'm a three course meal.  They can pick and choose, they have it like that.  The water is somber as are the surprises below.  It all started when the bus came by and I got on...  

JG 

“We're all bozos on the bus,
so might as well sit back
and enjoy the ride.”
~Wavy Gravy~