nodding and keeping time that (unbeknownst to us) tells us nothing as we hurry through cereal bowls shake'n hands with shaken heads of music, shes there mommy's and rivers to wash your dreams and yellow socks in. cushions and buffers who stays the test of time. Mulling like cidery web of walls inside a heart not touched by this lonely man of life.
hand with no blood or substance only direction to pull our weary body's down and pool pity small heartaches around the steps that really take us to heaven.