This day

It is Father’s day. Whatever the duck that means. It’s a lot like every other day. Too much to do, not enough energy to do it. Can’t sleep even though I’m exhausted. Have work tomorrow. Dog barking. What else is new? Another night where I’m fine with not waking up tomorrow.

Hey, Joe

Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow? Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow? Are they questions of a thousand dreams What you do and what you see Lover can you talk to me?