Old Friends/Bookends

I'm at a point in my life where I'm starting to realize that everything I've ever known or learned in life I gained from Simon and Garfunkel. I continue to continue to pretend that my life will never end, like a still-life watercolor as I sit and drink my coffee and hide behind the shield of my illusion. Sometimes I know I'm fakin' it-- not really makin it to scarborough fair. But April, come she will. And june will change my tune, to parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, tyme, time.

It's a dangling conversation.

It rarely ever rhymes.