Sonic-booming in my head,

we’ve been here before.

and I carry and I wonder

in beguiled morose normality

as I ascend to above the pines

in spectacularity, where it could all go.

There is no problematic heaven and hell is on earth.

Time to do some walking,

But I rather sit in my chair and wonder how old tunes still have a deep yearning for me, undefeated. Uneducated. Still immature and hearing the same old ques.

Are they holding cards or someone dropped a memo.

Oh no, I’ve thought of that before.