we often have to slog through puddles of muck to get to the good stuff
sometimes, for new growth we cut off the branch that is no longer growing
i’d rather not know what is leftover after electric snow melts
when the skies are grey and the rains come, our shadows become reflections
the early spring rain stirs up the earth and makes the outside smell like worms
we keep ourselves safe by avoiding the shadows or so we believe
the unexpected is a fact of life yet we don’t prepare for it
probably because i’ve been asleep, but morning comes as a surprise
our home is the place where we store the life that makes our lives worth living
against a background that is constantly changing we try to stand still
uptown jack 