yearning and earning

back in the old folky days, there were no thoughts of truck drivin ways. i sat and wondered about the glow of the finger and the mighty moon... the interrogation scenes, the kino pravda journals and the smiling goon. now, the bratwurst mumbles to the diving instructor and the brakes are firmly applied. dreams of red geese and golden gander...the slippery floor and the jander gadander. missions slip and fade and sunbeams break the border with ease. the stars glow bright without a fight. yearning replaces earning. a life is for learning and the grave is for turning. i'll deliver the packages, you check your mail.