There is a lot to say but not much is being said.
The other way ‘round is that there are a lot of deaf ears and yet the bell continues it’s toll.
And the w-a-y other ‘round is that nothing is going on. It’s been that way for quite a while but sometimes the ripples on the pond take a l-o-n-g way to return back to the source. All things come to pass.
You won’t be reading that in papers or on the internet of dreams.
But go ahead. Make my day, punk.