Today's Song

Do I look fat in the picture above? Nope, just standing next to Albert Lew. Somewhere in the Indian Peaks Wilderness there are a few good problems with some damn good views.

So even though photons follow linear equations,

sometimes bending for large masses,

some things just never add up.

Train, train, training,

studying, driving, coffee in the lap, sun rising over Denver's prairie dogs

and young neighborhoods.

Then finding that right track that that line that you hear once and it sticks,

"the ashes from the fire keep me breathing"

just passes and notice a stirring

and responsibility and questions about being penniless or purposeful

or both

Training again.

Run 'til the sunset and when its gone, salad.

Salad and books and responsibility and damn crimpers that wont let my ego run wild with success and alarm clocks and the easel

sits unused

and the storage unit moans

and the whole thing just doesn't add up all the time

and then sometimes,

sometimes things come together and there's nothing else to say but to run like a gale wind

tearing the hats off comfortable hikers,

like Pan with a stinky coat of fur and youthful blinding confidence shooting rainbows visions out your sweat glands