Everyday Reality

In the blinding light of the daytime hour

The day has begun in its usual suffrage

The frustration of lonliness among friends

The inability to act even upon the greatest of stages

The raven caws on the dark hour of the sun

And the bad guys still wear white

The greatest of instutions is just as large

As the old farm down the road

The writing is on the wall but no one can read it

It is all written in Sanscript anyway

But being blue has become a trend

And being sad is only the norm

It’s the nighttime hour of soft darkness

And the dreams of bittersweet fani-reality have begun

Tenchi

“…the cultivation of the mind, the body, and the soul, and we must always cultivate the soul.”