Poor people in the streets all around me. Begging for change, not asking for money. Change on greater scales. So they can educate themselves, digest some food and pay for bills. Uncomfortable truth. People living like broken convertibles. No roof....

Tomorrow isnebulous at best.A dream of onewho still sleeps.You are alive now.Awake in this freshgreen world.In the planning, weforget to live.Ask the mice and menhow plans go.There are traps andtrivialities that keepyou from carrying on.Funny things happen onthe way...

If silence was once golden  It's worth much more today There's very few amongst us That don't have lots to say   Airwaves filled with verbiage  the truth they don't convey that silence offers wisdom which their noise can't take away   Loud mouths keep on shouting their voices rise...