This is why events unnerve me,
Define it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask's the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
Word will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.
Dusting tides of mildew drench the mind so that we can not see what it is that sits before us. Are we not knowing enough to feel that the world is changing us. Touch quick on a mind that knows( all )