Spring is in the air, the team work of being human allows for old zombies to serve and feel connected even though the lyrics life goes on long after the trill of living is gone chill to the bone, the world is a holographic universe and the stain of primordial instincst and social ecological mismanament is a bitter pill to swallow. They say the body forgets everything in seven years and starts fresh but in your hometown where people only talk about glory days the should have done what may very depending on the judgeing perspective but the generally feeling of regret remains like my fathers ashes spread on some graden that is now forgotten and became a grass yard on rented land. There is hope for a taste of soothing in the wind, but the american dream is a figment of imagination only sold to parents. There are many shades of black. History cannot be undone. When you spend most of your life digging yourself in a whole you end up spending the rest of it preying for peace of mind while everything tastes like false hope or insult to injury. Every bastard and fool learns eventually that we are all sacrificial pons in someone else's game the only pleasure is in choosing which side to serve and changing up out of bordem to keep going. They say it is better to die for a cause that will ultimatly succed than to win for a cause that ultimatly fail. I am hopefull about community connections but weight of my age is heavy.
