the details get lost . muffled in uncertainty . when a fog rolls in
a pattern, when seen . takes on a special meaning . that may not exist
the days of long nights . are made for introspection . and really good naps
history passes . taking with it ideas . no longer needed
to get there from here . might require taking some turns . and a bridge or two
in sharing the light . everybody can break . free from their darkness
recent history . is easily forgotten . as it’s now the past
the storefront santa . has little option but watch . as the world rolls by
the simple answer . hiding under the layers . is always the truth
certain conditions . will retain the leaves’ patterns . after swept away
uptown jack 