Three days of history...

Three days of history that is finished,
songs I have heard a hundred times,
words I have read before (even if they were in a different order)
and numbers that have been crunched.

Crunched is good word.
Say it outloud, crunched.
Doesn't it just sound like there's dry leaves crackling in your mouth?

I know there's nothing to be overwhelmed with yet,
that it's all an illusion,
just overcast skies.
But my mind has a mind of its own,
and sometimes it isn't itself.

Perspective, it's all about keeping things in perspective.
Enjoying the view every once in awhile.
Taking a few pictures, jotting notes down.
Things to save.
That sort of thing.
Perspective.

I don't know what I'm saying.
These are just the words I have left in me.
I can't fall asleep because can't find the switch to my thinking.
So the next day I won't be able to think straight again.
Smile and wave, go through the motions.
One day and then the next.

Crunched is a good word, isn't it.