all of history can be written in the things we have forgotten
that which cannot wait will still be there tomorrow and still be waiting
no one is self-made as long as there are structures we all rely on
one’s abilities when taken out of context often seem unfair
in the early spring . one never knows what treasures . snow melt will reveal
consciously or not . our minds put everything . into its own box
as today begins what was important becomes faded memories
morning light capturedsplits into its full spectrum a rainbow hello
something has appearedwe cannot know if it’s real until we get there
when all benches face the same direction, that’s where they want us to look
uptown jack 