Moonshine

I don't know why but I look outside

And I gaze  up into the wild night sky

I see the world through a  brand new eye

Looking down through bruised clouds.   My eye, the moon.

Some things always end too soon

Like a sunset walk and a rising moon

So now I stumble like a fool

It's not over, or that's what Daughtry said

Over

Starting Over

But it was.  It is.  You are.  Nuff said.

Moving forward, getting  it right in my head

Moon diving While lying in bed.

Moon shine on my brave new world.

Moon shine on my brave new world

New eye, new mind that's what I heard

And what I felt, uplifted in a word

When I looked outside and saw the moon.

Peace to the Planet...

What's it like?

What's it like?



What's it like?
What's it like to fly so high?
To wipe a tear from your mind's eye?
To be so perfect, to be so wrong?
What's it like?

Whats it like, to be care free?
To be oblivious and wander without wonder?
To fool the world?
To fool yourself?
What's it like?

What's it like?
To be like you?
To be like me?
To be or not to be so high?
To wipe those tears from your mind's eye?
What's it like?
What's it like?

PTTP...

Stinky shit

Maturity.  Something grown adults struggle with, never mind adolescent boys.  What is maturity really?  To BE mature?   It's one of those things that,s hard to describe or explain but we all know it when we see it.  Or when we don't.  Maybe its another case of my outsized expectations for my kids when a certain level of maturity is expected even for an adolescent boy,  and one who has always been a bit immature even among his peers.  So when the boy states "I think I stepped in poo" it's not until I realize he is removing the aggrieved sneaker from his back pack that I wonder again about maturity and how it can be gained, proffered, learned or taught.  Then I realize....maturity?  No.   Putting a shit covered shoe in your backpack along with books, lunch box etc.  well, it actually has nothing to do with maturity, unless the shitty sneaker is put in someone else's backpack.  What it really is is common sense.  And that shit is even harder to define than maturity