who knows which way the wind blows as this world turns and spins a million miles per hour or so it seems that time flies by like the silver subway in the bowels of the great city that never sleeps. where did it go? i ask myself as i sit here working late at night and suddenly it is summer again and another year has passed by in the blink of an eye that is watering [like i just came out of the wind rushing by when i stick my head out the car window at 75 miles per hour and tears stream down my cheeks with laughter at the thought of how ridiculous i must look to passersby]. time that constant battle of deadlines and juggling my schedule like a circus sideshow hawker with too many spinning plates and they tip, wobble and turn as he desperately tries to keep them all going going going never a gone like in an auction when there is finally an end to it all and it is over and done and sold to the man with the tired eyes and the cheery smile to hide the fatigue inside.
