I wake up early to a tune so clear in my heart that sings, "it truly is the people in our lives", the ones that we're lucky enough to journey with and meet that make the treat and give the days the meat. I could drive away in a fancy car but if no one is laughing and wishing well in the mirror behind then why spend so much time on ticking land mines. All I'll ever hope to have is my memories, swep t under the rug of my experience woven stream. Tumbling through and trying to sound out my boyhood dreams. What... the... what... is she saying to me. I can't hear because the materials are screaming so loud to "COME GET ME!" Be had! For gotten! All the shit you can't see is laughing at us scrambling to be heard. To-be-scene.<cut>