I came across a flea
And his name was Tim
I said to him,
Oh Tim,
Where have you been?
"From the head to
The tail
To the neck to
The toes
I've seen it all
I've lived it all"
And what, said I
To my new friend
Tim,
Was it that you did
Learn?
Well, said Tim,
With a sly little grin,
I have learned
But one lesson
In this life of mine.
Pray tell, Tim, pray tell.
Tis this then that I've learned:
That life, she is a bitch
She is a real bitch, said Tim.

Some day I'll see why I've come this way. At least that's my hope. I have these thoughts that float through the air, some gel, others do not. A lot like what others experience, I am sure. Looking around now though, all I can see is the soothing blue. A fine shade of light blue that says, " hey man, just relax, it's all gonna be ok." And who can argue with that? I sometimes hear the calling of the loons, oddly peaceful the way it echoes around me. They call to me and remind me of times past, and maybe even times ahead. The air is crisp, but not too cold. And I can smell dinner in the air. Tonight, I think it's gonna be fried fish. I love fried fish...little bit of good for ya, little bit of bad. The trees are swaying in the evening wind, I think it's gonna rain. The loons call out again, and I'm sure, tonight a storm is brewing. I think I will just relax a bit before the storm , enjoy my evening, and wait for the nurse to loosen my straight jacket so I can eat. Then I think I'll let the storm out....