Where are we in this straying why have we wandered so far away why was it that we left all we took with us was a yellow hat and a ball point pen we needed more right? An answer or even a question a reason a telling a longing meaning peace something something more right? Something more....we over turn all stones look behind all sheds walk through the galleries paint songs write truth laugh at the sad clown bottle tears eat processed meat drink red wine and then kneel at an iron cross bareing what is left we color the world with the colors from our world and yet our world we are lost in got to find away to stay Because this this writing it was yesterday and mine is not mine at all.....where are we in this straying