journal

Rolling along

I gets weary, sick of tryin’
I’m tired of livin’, feared of dyin’
But ol’ man river
He just keeps
rolling along

I miss the feeling of going somewhere and living a life expectant that tomorrow brings surprises and pleasures, sunsets and joy. Lately I have been collecting chestnuts and wearing a big check coat, sitting on a bench and staring at browning leaves and crisp blue skies. The change in seasons never fail me.