because it is a wednesday i suppose......

what is it that calls on me to describe the nothingness that surrounds us all...

a sea of colors.....noises great and small....

i am but a scavenger in the land...

feasting on carcass and cleaning the floors...

spent a few minutes reflecting on this morning's commute....

The road less travelled....

make it your home....

stay its course, unless you have a desire to roam....

others flood the view

and obscure the point...

alone would you travel...perhaps...

unless you find others you want to accompany you

but the strangers and drones leave them behind

steer a better course one they are incapable of finding...

for this is your home....

the keeper of your heart....

and your mind...but that too, may wander...

freedom is not bound...carve a new road

in some forsaken ground.....and leave its natural beauty...let death take the others away...

and gift to you this day...