Now you cram it all in a minute, an hour, a day, look it up, write it down, complete page fifty, and one-hundred-and-three, get dinner in you, wash and then rinse, and repeat after me.
The alarm clock ringing, the pressure building, the temper flaring.
The future we’re building, the money we’re spending, the hope we are keeping.
– KA Brown
- At the Base of Mt. Tongariro
- Social Graces