sometimes we have to clean up messes we didn't make periodically we have to say something no one else will say in the course of a day we may have to teach lessons we didn't learn in the long run we might have to go a different way when everyone else is going left at some point we have to get up out of our seats and stand on our feet in the fullness of time our clocks will stop our positions will be taken and our post will be vacant one of these fine days every thing will be alright sooner or later all things get better at a future date all will know at a future time all will show once upon a time was a time way back when awhile ago happened a long time ago all the more up close and personal the not so far out of reach the further we go we realize things like never before suddenly woke bored idle mindedly kicking around time normality is no longer optional it's off the table light that won't go out water that will not dry fire that cannot be extinguished a stone throw away from victory Earth is consuming man like quicksand covered in dirt and grime like laboring in coal mines guided through darkness in midst of shine when looking back all hands on deck who can honestly say "this not my jungle" Adam & Eve left the garden a long time ago the future is for those who have no filter no place for the savvy in a land of savages too polite for politics is time still moving if it don't tick truth is often hidden in the myth that's what dilly-dally meant when grannies picked up a spoon mixed and stirred up some chit