Toss the withering flowers, replace them with the fresh cut. Keeping the inventory high. Colors to burn, the dull must check out. Bring it down some place else, somewhere else. Walk the muck.
Tentative and shaky. Undetermined, unmotivated, uninspired. Even MoJo took off, sped on down the road, never looked back. Off to some hyped up hullabaloo or some hoity toity whispering tea. To be seen, heard, and known.
Large amounts of quality over quantity. Frivolous pursuits, pipe dreams, and delusions. Enjoy them too. The trail goes on forever, it loops and loops, it rewinds, but it changes with the seasons. Time for this, time for that.
