I gota admit that I'm a little bit diffused.  Sometimes it feels to me as if I'm just being mused.  Gota stray awake, gota try and stave off this sweeping malaise. Cause we don't stand on our own ground, and we can’t find our way out of this maze of gratuitous angst

Your unrestrained outrage is honest to the times, E.  I’d like nothing more than to see a so-called leader make a bold statement against the tyrannies of the money/war machine, then back it up with whole strength of character. ..But then probably she/he’d be stifled, packed away into obscurity, or washed out in mockery by the media movers & shakers, as Colin Powell would probably have been, had he opted to step out in noble opposition to the status quo 

I just don't see the up-side anymore.  But I keep wanting to.  It's a paradox.  Last night I dreamt that I could jump very high. As long as I crouched my legs and bounded with all my might on the landing I could leap up and touch the ceiling or arc over the rafters of the huge gymnasium I was in, …then control my decent slowly or fast, weightless, but it felt completely natural.  Then I took it outside by the ocean and leapt around between the sand and the surf at sunset.  I haven’t had a flight dream in years.  And this wasn’t flight exactly but it still felt excellent and natural.  Maybe our dreams are more natural than our reality nowadays.  I woke up, went in the back yard and tried to get some air. …Nope.  Reality is far too heavy for flightiness anymore.  Instead everyday is a mixture of dread & maintenance...and information that stings & insults the spirit ~~ dusted, miraculously, with a little bit of family love & endeavor … at the rare times we’re all together in the same space