Crazy climate, hoping the calm, is the new norm. Heaven knows we’ve already seen enough storm. The tele is background chatter. Three loonies clamoring for risky prize. My body cries tears, clouded with fears.
Never stop believing in power. The one guided by light. Never stop believing the odds are final. Clouds have tendencies to disguise miracles, sunshine shifts away the rain. Never stop believing it can me better than this present slate.
2 at night. Tuesday speaking briefly on Trade. Kind of murky because champagne and texting have me drowning out the silver tongued white knight. Two friends with a session about a friend. Can we get them to see past the whim? Truth and light, derided as fairy tales. Cynicism wants to take us into the good night. Faith overrules the surface. Chats, alcohol and girl scout cookies help the heaviness of heart feel light. Friends that are for real. Are friends for all your years.
Never stop believing in power. The one guided by light. Never stop believing the odds are final. Clouds have tendencies to disguise miracles, sunshine shifts away the rain. Never stop believing it can me better than this present slate.
Comfort in late nights and firesides. Alone or with your banter mates. Movies, games or sudukos, whatever tickles the type. The ugliness out there. The restoration from inside here.
Never stop believing in power. The one guided by light. Never stop believing the odds are final. Clouds have tendencies to disguise miracles, sunshine shifts away the rain. Never stop believing it can me better than this present slate.
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