Grounds

Cascading down your mountain, we go together.  There is no thought of loneliness - only the thought of protecting the other.  There is a dominance in our stances as we give each other more than second glances, and we pray that our days will not end in empty satisfaction.
Is empty satisfaction.  Contradiction.  Empty satisfaction would be about as similar as no satisfaction.

Sounds and movements to create the music, the lips make the sounds we tap our feet to.
These things are different than the twisting and tinkering of the outdoor sounds of mother nature, singing her children to sleep and to wake.

Broken communication.
We forget to relate to each other as humans do.  We are reading each other like books, and spoken word sometimes becomes the figment of our imagination.  We need not say anything in some of these moments.

Did I say anything?

Did anything protest within me, or did I just merely go on for the ride?  Was it wrong for me to jump on this tide like some West Coast surfer, taking this wave til it crashes, perhaps crushed beneath the waves, or euphoric because I mastered the driving.  This is why we need driver's licenses.

Some people should never be allowed to drive.
Maybe we should all just stop riding in cars and make a lot of trains.  Maybe we should walk and ride our bikes more.  Maybe we should just get our horses out.  But PETA wouldn't like that would they.  That would be too cruel to the horse.
Forget John Wayne in the wilderness.  I'll take my city scape and eat it for dinner.  I won't like the taste, but I will still feed upon its business.  I don't know if I will really want to write down the recipe, for a few bites usually are enough.  As you ingest and digest I suspect it does something to destroy your inside inner working with your closeness to the earth.

To be disconnected from the ground beneath your feet by some concrete or some rubber sole of your shoe.

Take off your shoes.  Know the ground upon which you stand.