In a Swirling Groove of Surrealism

In a swirling groove of surrealism What a week it has been! A weak passage of time fraught with disappointments have I seen. Few sprigs of gleaming import found me as I went about my way each day. Moments arose when it appeared that success would be mine, yet there were but mere shadows and not true substance! Following the relinquishing of hope, I unhappily surrendered to reality's dim outlook and went on with life. Now on a day of rest from labor, I am awash in anxiety and am found in a swirling groove of surrealism! The cord of dismay has me in a tangled mess, and I know not what to do! I have no friend of kindred spirit to be my ally and kindly cull me out. There is no one to assuage my anxiety with a cup of cheer. Seeing that there is not a soul to break bread with, I linger in my solitary cocoon. To break the silence of my world, I employ various recorded sounds to fill it in. It is an option of lesser pedigree, yet it will keep me company as I journey on! One might as well suffice, for should gold not be available, silver simply must do. In the meantime I will hold on for one more day. Who knows but God the good which is to come.