All this talking you'd think I'd have something to say, but I'm just talking like a siren getting louder & farther away from the energetic kids in the park,yes, that was me breaking glass & pretending to start something big, some new taste.Did you wander as my voice went from station to station to state? Some loud thunder, sometimes there's no telling if we're ok,there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town,which are falling down for people to stand in their place; to try to make something great. That's just a part of the story & it could be maybe something complete someday at the end of the quarry, yes, that was me digging holes for all the world to see a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky & slap us all on the teeth.But there's always more unless I'm mistake, tell me when do mouths close & people gracefully retreat. New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth but there's no telling from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV. Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient.That's me, am I late?. That's the state of my story & it may be one day something complete at the end of the quarry. I have dug a hole for all the world to see a cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky & slap us all on the feet, but there's always more unless. I'm mistaken.Tell me when do mouths close & people gracefully retreat?