Lmst

I don't *get* people
And they don't *get* me either
Equilibrium

Hide behind a mask
Like Kendo Nagasaki
Without the wrestling*

*OK wrestling is a contentious one. I say it as two syllables. Others may not.

Sounds of falling rain
Interior daylight bulbs
Fake nature indoors

Sparrows in the hedge
Chirping their little heads off
Oasis of joy

Talk to the elbows
Because I have headphones on
Or something like that

This post was written
At four thirty five AM
Not one of my best

I could talk to trees
If I really wanted to
But don't speak Trees-eze

Biscuits will save us
We can build houses with them
Useful oreos

When cats take over
All those looks of harsh judgement
Will be dialed to twelve

When I get back home
I will just sit for a while
And value the peace

Wherever you go…
There you are,or so they say
Where the hell am I?

Sunny autumn days
Dappled sun and falling leaves
A weather blessing

Sadly we learn
Life isn't all chocolate
Lesson best ignored

There are no frosts yet
But they will be returning
A seasonal friend

Persistence is good
Less so when it comes to rain
Always persisting

Used to dial one six
Dial-a-disc on the phone
Music by landline

Hell in a hand cart
Not quite the wanted future
Retirement cave?

Give me that future
All hoverboards and moon trips
Not this cheap knock-off

My next time around
I could be a tiny mouse
Or maybe a cat
A cat for all that sleeping
A mouse for all of that cheese

#Senyru