alone in the woods . the cool shade repeats the lies . of the sun’s intent
put into context . ideas begin to lose . what made them special
on a pedestal . some things sit, separated . to be idolized
tomorrow will come . as today is slipping by . and the coffee cools
with each decision . a path to walk is chosen . never to return
memories pushing . against a reality . that seems off-kilter
from out of nowhere . unrelated memories . reach for the surface
sometimes, additions . are the primary reason . for making a choice
hold on to moments . briefly, then let each one go . and grab the next one
the scars visible are signs of the infection below the surface
uptown jack 