another night of window shopping

here we are rolling around in a dream...the actors are everywhere...out in the open and in the shadows...can you believe who is running the world?...of course you can't...people are dying everyday, and everyday before and every day since...the innocent, the guilty, the old, the new-born...and where's it going...where's it been...it is an extreme nowhere...i sit dreaming, staring out the window, into the wind and snow...out to the western mounts, to the eastern shores...i can see a brief reflection of my shattered ashes in the window...the movement of life is corrupting and engulfing me...whatever my brain wants to acknowledge...how much do i want to let in...in the end, rows of caskets draped with flags don't make a bit of difference...because these days the night stretches on forever, and there is nothing that can be done...you cannot control nature, human or otherwise...just tilt your head back and search the stars...'cause nothing is coming and nothing has been...so next time you are walking home slow to the sparrow's call...remember that this is life and that's all...