Losing Love

It makes a good song title. I'm sure there is a song out there with that title. I'll have to look it up on YouTube or Google just to see. Losing love is easy for me to do. That's just how it goes. I sometimes think if I had just jumped through all the hoops like a circus act, I could have kept things going with the one I was with. Yet I would only be fooling myself thinking it could work. In order for the relationship to flourish, I would have to love and be loved. In the end, we didn't want each other enough. Tough to imagine even though I think about it everyday. Things like this end up being in the past for me tomorrow.

Work

WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK

Fall

Fallen leaves of yellow and orange
Gathered on the ground
Underneath the grass of green
Are patches of dirt brown.

Sun in Sunday

It is just after 6 o'clock in the morning and the sun hasn't risen yet. The nights get longer and weather gets colder where I am. Yet according to today's forecast, it's going to be sunny and seasonably mild. I like that.

Pat Irish Solo

I'm on my own now.

Working On The Sound

Play the bass and sing the song.

There & Where

                                                 An old building by the side of the road.
                                                    There they are. Where are they?
                                                            I know I have to go.
                                                     I can't be like the old building,
                                                         On the side of the road.