Day: September 5, 2025

You spin a top and it stops in front of me

Now you think you know my destiny, but

You don’t know me very well

My destiny doesn’t depend on the spin of a top

The color of the top means nothing, but

Some want to attach a hex thinking they

Have some power, but they are foolish.

They are full of fear and could

Drown in these fears, but they don’t stop.

They walk to the dark end of the street

Hoping to get some affirmation for their stupidity,

But no one was there. I could have told you so.

You change and now wear a smile. The smile

Has a shadow and that gives you’re away.

You must have a fever; I could have told you so

I am good to you and for you. I do everything you

Ask and then some. You don’t know what love is

And I’ll go crazy if you don’t change. Let’s meet

Over the rainbow and talk things over. You don’t

Know me and I would like to change that. God

Bless you child. Let’s not go down to the river

Of despair. Neither of us can swim that well.

I don’t like being wet. I want the good times to roll again.

Stanski

September 5, 2025, ^

We are racing to nowhere and

It is no surprise that we are gaining

Once there we will react

Sit down, order coffee and stare

No purpose, no intent

Just normal reaction to insidiousness

A smoldering fire, slowly burning out

Repeating what has been repeated before

Dejection is the lonely outcome

We see it too often in a place

Where joy and gratefulness should prevail

We cannot see; we cannot think beyond now

Are sequestered by ourselves into

A frustrated and lonely state

Excellent at finding fault, but

Very slow with the proposal of solutions

Jack London said it best

Rather than the aforementioned smoldering

He would rather be a blazing comet

Flashing across the sky for just a few moments

Having some form of meaning is everything

Some measure of success is necessary

To give us a feeling of belonging and

Save us from the scourge of emptiness

Too many of us are resolute

Unwilling to change for any reason and

Then dismayed when they missed

The last train to somewhere

Throw it all away, I say

The blame, frustration and idleness

Throw yourself into life and its nuances

Start singing “What a Wonderful World”

Stanski

Sept 5, 2025, ^