Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Gonna wave, gonna wave
Gonna wave to the wind
Gonna wave my way to
Places I never have been
— Grateful Dead, Wave To The Wind

May each day bee as special as today!

Empty pages before my eyes
Do not deny or criticize
Empty bedrooms where I’ve paid my dues
Watching the ceiling instead of you
Can you tell me where you’ve gone?
Ain’t no one around to hear my songs
— Grateful Dead, Empty Pages