Times are Hard for the Dreamers...

I've been running on dry ice, I feel. I got a clouded sky, and yet, no rain. Gets humid.
If I knock my head hard enough, I start hearing that metallic clank noise. If I knock my chest hard enough, I hear a Swedish guy say, "Yaa - Timbbaaarrr!"

"Where is my rain...?"
I can hear Sue's voice in my head - "Where is my Ram...?"

The whole rainforest is running dry, and, as always, I have no control over it. I can just sit back, look up, and wait... Patiently...

And, we've been telling ourselves and everyone else that we have complete control over our lives. All those school notes, the 5 year plans, corporate ladders, savings accounts, inflows, outflows...

What a drill...

"Sitting silently, doing nothing. Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself."
- Basho