Everything I Say... Does Me This Way...

I churned faster and faster towards work

And fog flowed slowly down the mountain

Just taking her good sweet time

As I braced for another day of meaningless labor

That I could be amongst the branches of the firs

Dripping down on the old stones and settling into pools

That feed the soul of theBlue Ridge

Slipping into the streams

Caressed by the banks

Just another cycle to repeat

A good morning