maybe i like bling

These are the days we waited for though now they are here we are looking to the new days. There can be no new day that we can touch. Our own observation ages the new to the present. Change doesn't seem an external event that has been racing towards us from the future to meet us in the now but. Change may be the thoughts we send ahead of us and lay down a path according to the geography and perhaps the timbre of the emotions of their origin. Dragged into a future of our own making or pushing forward with thoughts ahead of us like the bow of a ship parting water.