Alone we sit and dream of things,

Together we wonder where we are.

I never belong to what I am in,

You never allow yourself to begin.

If sadness and gladness were driving together

I think they would stop to enjoy the weather,

But I never know which path would be best

So I keep my thoughts all over my desk.

Did I do the thing where I start to believe?

I hope not, I don’t think I’m ready to grieve.

What is the word for feeling too much?

Dying

*****

The Leafs are getting good results even though their play is not flawless. There is a lesson there if I care to observe it. Too bad I’m not in the mood. I see my flaws so clearly because that’s how I was trained. Self love and self care require both LOVE and CARE. Sadly these things are not commercially available. As always the answer is within, looking anywhere else is a fools hope at best, willful immolation at worst.

I Be Leaf.