through the fence, they bloom tiny flowers facing out toward the unknown
to find happiness we must be comfortable alone with ourselves
a quilt is just rags . until every fabric swatch . is stitched together
sometimes suggestions appear from out of the blue and don’t seem random
the monsters are real only as long as they’re fed a diet of fear
it is never not coffee weather, but autumn is always more so
when we get confused the best way to move forward is to stop moving
the original meaning lost to time, today we can make one up
what we understand today, was an idea unknown, yesterday
what is here today may not be here tomorrow but still leaves its mark
uptown jack 