Byline: Layered Lullaby

Buford Youthward

Elegant options provide choices of beauty.

Taking the good with the bad isn't a bad thing.

It's an honest thing.

Expecting any good to be pure is naïve. For every soul healed by religion lies a dead body killed in its cause.

The sounds you see with your eyes closed sets it off.

I like to play the do-as-I-say not as I said game, knowing no past tense can equal future tension. Mincing words makes them easier to eat later.

Growth is forwarded to those willing to mingle with those they don't agree with. Accept that some days you'll be the pigeon and some days the statue.

I like to exercise my heart, bend down to help another up, just about as much as anyone else. I usually don't put my money where my mouth is but I generally break even.

Time flips and provides a way to weed out the trivial. The grand scheme becomes a sweet dream. With spring laid down, things break through the ground. Good things abound.

You still got to treat this gig like a command post in the army. Guard up, gate down. Get today's mission done and show up with your stick tomorrow.

Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Our editing skills build ego more than our abilities. Motivated by a good attitude I choose wisely and hope not to regret my silences.

The only thing you can count on is time passing while art reaffirms lullabies that seem to sing why, oh why was I born to die, can't live forever, can't say goodbye.

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