Election Day

About to go to wait in line and vote
For those who will control this so small town
Even though the issues are not remote
I really have no clue quite who to vote for now.

The parties seem criss crossed and miss the point
because problems on roads are those more felt
when it comes time a leader to annoint
who cuts the trees and who scatters the snow melt

Does that have to do with any ideals?
Who would say they don't know how to rule
A simple town or that they have no feel
for local people, taxes and the schools

Now we push our levers hear's the test
Of how full the chosen one is of bs.

Fall Back

Setting back the clocks, the kids awoke,
later than they normally would have still
my mind is still a fog and if I spoke
I don't doubt that my words would slur and spill

The brisk fall air is something that I love
and I think more and more of my childhood
I have been watching more pbs shows above
the Netflix shows that I normally would.

The old Shows that I had watched in my youth
Its strange that suddenly I long
for those old past times that I would
Look for as a child with dreaming strong.

I long to paint and draw and run like Dai
Sillily without purpose or true meaning
Without a game of rules or goal to hide
the joy of random exertion and day dreaming.

And Suddenly I feel as if I know
That Something comes and something else must go.