Winking With Open Eye

Where the road crosses and paths overlap; Where daggers sharpen and intertwine, there the standard answers will reply, "I'll be there. Look for me, I'll be there." Walking and living, they have been done. People walk in the door, others leave by the window. Some voices have been heard, others forgotten. Sunset or sunrise, neither really matters. Water pours into a tub. Sins and lies neglected by the washing. "We really like the same sort of ice cream", I think as thinking becomes yet one more surprise. And so we can stop fabricating excuses for not being nice to one another. Instead pick the thread that promises compromises. "Be of good cheer!" the mumbling metal monsters mutter as they wink with open eye. "I'll be there. Look for me, I'll be there."