Her feet will keep on moving where no moss is gonna grow.

She knew a man who had a plan but he’s not gonna show.

It was gonna be so special, but now its  more or less.

It might be looking good to you, but to her it’s all a mess.

She’s been looking for forever for anything but same old.

Something grand to brag about and good story to be told.

So you just keep on moving, there’s nothing to see here.

The same same old is not the plan but chaos will appear.

She’s been looking for forever and her mind cannot be changed.

There will be no happy ending… just a fading to deranged.

I said it like I meant it.

But the words did not afford.

Any lasting meaning.

Like the wine when it was poured.

When I said that Merry Christmas.

I thought of Santa not the Lord.

The pain it kept on coming, I didn’t know what for.

I didn’t bother asking why, I just knew there could be more.

It always looks so simple, back then it rarely was.

The future seems so distant then, like the present often does.

The end is an illusion, like a dream where time can grow.

With nothing left to fear but loss; I just had to let it go.

The pain it kept on coming, it wasn’t always you.

And when the pain was over, there was nothing left to do.

Except smile at the moment, the moment you were gone.

We had that shiny moment, in the darkness brightness shone.

There’s a Thursday in the future…

Hard rain is going to fall.

There is going to be a reckoning.

The wager will be tall.

It will be an all or nothing.

With no space for turning back.

The eyes will hold that look of fear.

Like a prisoner on the rack.

But for now it’s wine and roses.

Loaded guns behind locked doors.

In the distance there’s a silence.

In my head a battle roars.

Nobody’s gonna tell her so, what she’s gonna choose.

It’s all over town and all the rage, you can hear it on fake news.

It’s her life and she loves to say. it’s her life, her life to lose.

Baby’s got a bad case of those Anti-vaxcer blues.

Snow fell down this morning. Second time it’s white this year.

No Christmas Party. No celebration will be held I fear.

I’ve been checking out the rising covid stats, posting up on city’s news.

Nobody’s gonna tell our baby about what she’s gonna choose.

Baby’s got it bad, those Anti-Vaxcer blues.

The Old Ones knew the answers and one by one they died.

Except for Old Man Miller and Old Man Murphys bride.

They lived on in that mansion, but not seen by everyone.

Some could hear their passion though, all night until the sun.

These ghosts are more than spirits, they are lovers shining hope.

Who will not give up because of death or leave on that sharp slope.

I’ve been thinking and that’s not good… You’ve been on my mind.

You’ve been drinking more than you should. And I’ve been less than kind.

You are out of your head and off your meds; You miss me, but we’re through.

If you don’t stop, then fear that drop. They will find a place for you.

So you wanna go the hard way. I’m sure they serve that here on tap.

I know your love your luxuries. But in this you’ve set a trap.

I’ve taken all I can and now I’m reaching for the door.

Now you’re just a distant memory. A place for you and nothing more.

We have been living together, just the 2 of us and a live in Nanny for 11 months and then 5 months without the live-in… Now it’s everything I could have hoped for and so much that I could not have known or imagined.

She is bright and a confident negotiator in what she knows and wants. I am in awe.

I know that sometimes I sound like I’m complaining but what a GIFT!!!