and my brain rolls on

why is it always that when we need each other most the phrase 'it happened again to one of them' turn into 'its happening now to one of us'? how do we deal with changes- shifts in the fabric of time and space- that we are ill prepared to cope with? how do we grasp at straws that are already littered across the kitchen floor hiding under appliances just out of reach? 'what can a man do?' i had a dream- a beautiful dream- a sparkling dream- and then things shifted- 'the times they are a changin''- they moved so fast that they ran over that dream. 'what can a man do?' its happened to them time and time and again and now them has become us- we have become 'them' to some other 'us'. ironic, how these things come to pass. unfortunately. where did the dream go? what was it in the first place? and can i get it back? or can i create a new one? time is in flux- we are in flux- stuck. can i get off, please? i'd like to build up the courage to do what i want to do to do what i have to do before the time i have to do it in- the time to step towards the dream- passes over me as though i were nothing more than a grain of sand a speck of dust a particle of ash drifting aimlessly on the wind.