though much is the same i feel that my energy burns cleaner today
a candle flickers for a short while; another will soon need lighting
relax, have a seat breathe deeply; we cannot do more than we can do
we assess the threat if credible, we prepare and hope for the best
my thoughts have escaped on the breeze whistling soft through the pine needles
we long for normal but cannot agree on what normal used to be
the fogged up window speaks clearly of my feelings about tomorrow
when the clocks fall back we are reminded that time is all relative
there is history in everything we touch that we’ll never know
we shouldn’t be fooled by someone who claims to be something they are not
uptown jack 