"There may be so many, many pains..."

"...'til of old
the golden goal
you gain."

Things I saw on the walk to work this morning:

Fire trucks screaming towards me; police cars making sharp turns onto side streets.

Twenty teenagers, maybe more, passing me on the sidewalk two-by-two, sucking on lollipops.

Two women sipping coffee and laughing like machine guns, HA! hahaHA! haha! HA!

Everything that happened at work over the past week seems impossible, like a dream, but really like a nightmare. Sometimes I can't believe I'm still around. What am I doing right? What am I not doing wrong? Am I lucky or just imperceptible?


TRACK LISTING: Donovan, "Divine Daze of Deathless Delight"