Quatrain away on the thin ice of a new way
Hum my song of say about tales of yesterday
Thinking thing thoughts of axis spin du jour might bring
Rouse my weary ways then go off and do that thing

Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time

Peal like an onion
With each layer stripped away
What was once held dear


Adrift in a maze
Color chaos confusion
Sensation overload
Input puerile diffusion
Perception palpation
Dewey Decimal suffusion
Helping to decrease the daze
Yet never ceasing to amaze

Each daily revelation
Makes it abundantly clear
Evil is the root of all money
Racketeer pockets fill with prophets
Beckoning cannon fodder curtain call
To take a bow on the world stage
After dreadful dance with Mr. D
Like the Late Bronze Age
Civilization collapses
Another one will rise
Something new will then happen
Slowly as something different





I'm the luckiest man in the world
For so long just giving things a whirl
My fun meter has been pegged in the red
Repairs are bound to cost some serious bread
Lifetime full of overdriven sounds and surrounds
With ringing ears and palpitating heart out of bounds
There's only one thing left to be said:
"What?"
What are your biggest challenges?

reset
recycle
rejoin
reply
repost
redeem
repeat
repartee
Clearly my reset is on repeat
Pete and Re-Pete