Lives shadowed in the cliché of a mystery. Days dragging slowly with the breeze picking up quickly. The pace takes you. Pointed stares, drooping faces. Perverted messages of stillness and reality. Confusion and followers taking lead. Old songs linger in the air like smoke. The thickness of the air sings hardship. You begin to sway. Old habits are old temptations dangled like bait. It’s late or early once again and I am waiting to face the day as my signal for sleep. The bullied becomes the bully and the chase slows. The idiocy of repetitiveness. The buzzer sounds and I am startled once again. Old times come to mind and the fish are staring. Old tendencies are gone and more sleep required. Confidence gained… bones wane. I need a task.