caught in the gears

still dreaming of something better

not the original rah

still the eighteenth letter

can’t imagine the way it would have been

if I had it all over

to do it again

constant change every few years

some kind of circle

caught in the gears

still trying to make it with words on a page

sometimes it turns into

thoughts filled with rage

then they will wait until lying down

or while driving

on my way around town

still dreaming while I sit awake

listening to Bob

keep the mind awake

knowing what is at stake following the herds

stacking up these thoughts

in piles of random words

still dreaming someone will get it and appreciate

mostly just unwinding

won’t let thoughts dissipate

into this air like smoke in the breeze

ocean mist in my face

and the scent of these trees…