Its time.

When in doubt, write.

Usually in an obdurate and illegible manner.
A pity, internet does not allow me to get away with bad handwriting.
A sign of things to come?

Common, frivolous pursuits and hardly an original thought?
There is little confusion today.
The disagreements are all in tone nigh content.
Sometimes its like a thousand penguins jumping into the sea.
Need I remember anyone?

The dullness of the senses
are perhaps the first
then go the dreams
not by impossible, but rendered meaningless

look back, say what you wanted to
leave a few sentences incomplete
for men may come
and men may go
but it will live on forever