Semi-Daily Scribbles

Saturn's had the upper hand these past three years. All sharp edges and rock hard resistance. Walking (and waking) would've been a hell of a lot easier if angles curved and moved out of the way. Surfaces have simply refused to yield. You can tell how swell of a time it's been by my bruised ego and knees. I wear a corsage of might-have-been, should-have-bloomed roses as a reminder of goals that got lost in the clouds.

Be careful:   Sometimes our best chance gets pushed into a corner.
Beware:       Sometimes dreams really do fly too high.