still

Still a moment still a lifetime,still artwork still uncertain still moving still a box of riddles still stopped at the end of the middle and the beginning of the end still whistling short tunes still wishing for silver spoons to feed my babies still too many maybes making me crazy leads to desperate decisions lacking true vision waiting for wisdom praying for freedom from responsibility for any current actions of stupidity that often that often represents a small percentage  of this my casual abnormality...