[a perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
drink another, coin a phrase]

[...follow the leader, run and turn into butter...]

[this is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never]

[Take it into town
happy, happy]

[A quiet picture drawn each day before it ends
to remind me once again
why I'm even here.]

[if th' armies of her soul take you by surprise an' flee 
leaving you again 
endlessly...]

[what are we gonna do with you?
same tale every time
what are we gonna do with you?
come on inside]

                                    
                               forcefield

fitter, happier, more productive

        to be around your not being there (stuff for *pros)