Standin' in a car garage
and a bearded guy is checkin the civ.
But I cant help but be glad
Cause its Groundhogs Day

The day that finally came
its come before and every year
leaves me with more questions than answers.

Its that shadow and all its mystery
With just a glimpse
were stuck in snow,
and that **** ****** saw it.

Sike its not even a ******
really, a man in a groundhog body.
A warrior,
poet,
and prophet
all wrapped in a bundle of fur
and a tail on his ****.

Punxsutawney Phil is my hero.

the skull is a cage
filled with unspoken thoughts
and abstract longings
a masquerade of logic and order
is formed
the unspoken becomes the unthought
the abstract becomes the unimportant
replaced by systematic expression
waiting to be tamed, the mind is an animal
the skull is a cage

I went on a nature walk
with no idea,
no preparation,
only to take some pictures.

At a certain point
I got lost
with no phone
no one but me,
my thoughts,
and the layers of
cold sunken through.

I had no idea where I was,
only faith that I would get out
at some point
if I kept going.

I forgot everything
except this poem, my camera, and my next step.

Two paths diverged in the woods,
and we bulldozed them into a
highway, didn't we comrades?
That is called progress.
Now the commute to work
is manageable, like our
limited resources.

I think about you around the clock
hey cutie, you're my writers block

Winter is going to **** me-
force me to dig my own grave
and shove me in it
before I can catch my breath.

A written word is the choicest of relics,
It is something at once more intimate with us,
And more universal than any other work of art,
Just as books are the treasured wealth of the world,

I wanted to live deliberately,
So I went to the woods,
And I found it wholesome to be alone there,
For we need the tonic of wildness,

A single gentle rain,
Makes the grass many shades greener,
So our prospects brighten,
On the influx of better thoughts,

We should be blessed if we lived in the present always,
And took advantage of every accident that befell us.

As I sit and write,
I glance down the aisle,
all my friends,
from the best to the vile,
we all relax in our seats,
awaiting for our arrival,
all chattering to each other,
even if their a rival,
see, it’s not the destination that matters,
I don’t even know where we’re going,
it’s about spending time together,
and there’s something worth knowing,

that we’re taking a bus ride,
and it’s by the journey that we’re defined