First Stab

Friday, April 8, 2005, 11:11pm
Hazy & clear, warm sunny day, cool evening

Mysterious

An ancient mystery
Stuck in my head

A brilliant tactician
In his own mind

Never to experience
The leaves, the bushes, the grass, the wind

Yet he understands most things
And how important is his role

More loving than most people
And sincere, which is surprising

Eye to eye he knows
I adore this cat


Money

Love it
Hate it

Need it
Or so I’ve grown to know

Careers’ trick
Passions mislead
Education’s farce
Cash flow is king

A consumption society
It’s tough
To avoid misunderstanding money