Today we'll pretend to hear the songs.

If I close my eyes real tight, I can almost imagine it. My life - laced with medleys; following me, every step producing a new rhythm, a new note.

Pi-Pit-Pi-Pit-Ting

The rain slides nicely down the crystal pane. I can almost feel it drip down on my face, it leaves a soft cool trail as it passes by on the other side.

My life, I imagine, would be far more interesting if a musical score followed me. I might entertain the notion more that my life is something interesting or worth watching. And right now it would be a soft ballad, a song that showed off this rain, it's quite beautiful today.

Marching Past

Disclaimer: I wrote this William Carlos William-esque poem in Creative Writing the other day. I amused myself with it, so here it is.

The ant marched

toward the sink

leaving behind

a trail

the others

will follow

after he

is gone.

To Whom It May Concern

We're all the same.

All having so much to say,

longing for someone to read our words

to find companionship there.

But no one comes to the table,

we're alone with our thoughts,

would it have been better that they were

still inside our heads?

He Maketh No Mistake

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way. - Overton