words

after all the words are said, what can is there to say,
sit still and listen, we shall have no peace today,
no freedom from troubles no absence of strife or struggle,
get up go to work, get down feel the earth,
erode beneath are feet,
we breakdown as we breathe,
we breathe....

an idea, radius and reflection, counter intuitive, sometimes reactionry and unaware, strife and struggle, for an absense of strife and the struggling, grasping at what, for who holds tomorrow, pass the salt, pass the bottle, sit down and stay a while, tell me some sorrow I have not known, not just an imagines trespass or forshadowing of impending doom, there is alway impeding something breaking in the distance, getting closer, and then not at all what it ever, completely broken down, not what we were ever shall we be, but nothing other that, was we have always been, falling down, arising, unarriving.....where was I?