there’s too little time
and too much to do
time marches on regardless
T.J. McIntyre: A Southern Fried Weirdo
"Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.” – E.L. Doctorow
there’s too little time
and too much to do
time marches on regardless
T.J. McIntyre: A Southern Fried Weirdo 
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
people rushing with
their schedules too full, like ants
disdainful swamp, sleeps
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
hours fall like night rain,
minutes disappear like dew
drying in sunlight
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
so true….
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
so true….
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
so true….
so true….
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
so true….
so true….
so true….
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
so true….
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
so true….
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
the swamp weeps
moss hanging, softly
green fingers caress surface
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
spongebob under lamp
patrick next to him weeping
the souvenir’s fate
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
time’s baffling kindness
the years pass by like rivers
with each bend we grow
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart
ancient forces sleep
their home the deep hidden swamp
slow beats the green heart