The gears of meter are close at hand. Like a cyclone of numerical order we remain shackled by our own constructs. Free yourself, so you may free others.
It hard to see summer slip away... Communities of the sun gather in relaxed discussions, with libations, freshly brick ovens. Laughter and memorable moments always remembered. Sometimes we need to find ourselves off the GRID. Off The GRID
You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space - Johnny Cash