Day & Night...

Stepping forward by day, stepping backward by night. So weird. My day was a step forward into the mist, nothing major happened, went thru the motions, just a day. But my night was filled with hurly-burly, turmoil, misunderstandings, missed connections, lost lyrics, broken guitars and cracked-up automobiles.  Running late, stumbling around, dropping and breaking things. Yikes. What's going on in my head? I sit here now typing into the void. I suppose I'm a bit disoriented, things are changing and breaking, I am morphing, becoming something new, unknown, not necessarily a good morph, but you know, like that old blues song: "You Got to Move..."