It is with still emotions I trace the lines of my life, drawing upon the pages of a momentary lesson learned. Careless daydream, anticipating another scene, another dawn another day to make my way through all those things I hide in side, there is a crack in my wall it runs the distance of all I knew as a truth and ends where it began. A circle of reasoning where fools connect the dots. Will it ever stop raining pulling my scarf about my neck-quite walk at a wondering pace? Will it ever stop raining; temples moist, my lips begin to shake. Staring at everything-not-seeing –feeling, just being as the dawn fades away. It is how I exist this day-to-day chase towards contentment. Leaving yesterday to rest among the leaves of my thoughts lost, my everything gone closed by the nights dim light, I wipe the rain from my brow, and walk on my way, I’ll get to where these cobblestones leads me some day.  The mud I feel the mud, I hear the wind the helicopter beating overhead; I will get to where these cobblestones lead me but for now follow me to sleep.