wont you help to sing these songs of freedom
long ago i thought things could not get better. and then they did. not as quickly as many of us want. instant gratification does not come without bloodshed and we did not want that. now i wake up every day. my assessment upon waking is always positive. after all i am here. again awake and smiling at the sun or at the rain or at the darkness. why not smile. the world is better for that smile of mine. yes it is. you cant talk me out of it. no you really cant.
in the morning
my cat licks my beard