All Along the Rough Ridge Trail

There must be some path out of Now There must be some way to know How I tell myself again. traipsing now beyond the spin. . . There’s too much diffusion I’m feeling only this confusion So I think I’ll take some time . . . maybe traipse out along a rhyme

Now and then I walk this trail. Rocks may come and feet may flail. Here and there along the line I’m waiting for some kind of sign I can’t sort out what is happening I find no relief in this lapping the the joker he keeps exciting as Dems and magas now keep fighting There are many here among us Who feel they must make Life a fuss But America has seen the many and the few and this is not the best that we can do So let us not talk falsely now Let us strive to find out how our Faith degenerates to Fate while donkeys do and foxes hate each other. Stride along the trail where you’ll discern some detail

Confusion has its cost. We are won and we are lost. All along our Watchtower the WorldNet casts its spin streaming in the web again, again while the Eagle cries in sorrow yesterday, today, tomorrow. But what’s it to me; what’s it you? Are our remaining days but few? Up high along the trail We catch a snippet of email the Eagle cries in sorrow What do we find tomorrow? Two parties tweet and try as foxes run and doves fly Pundits maintain their scowl. The wind begins to howl. Good night and good luck. Let us hope we don’t get stuck. Glass half-Full