Those Lunch Hour Rumination Blues

Is it that I have nothing to say, or too much? Either way, staring at a blank page doesn’t feel right. There’s so much going on in the world, in this country, in Las Vegas, and it really doesn’t matter what the likes of me think about it. Whether by glitter and glamour, political powerplays, or raw, brute force, those who rise to whatever kind of prominence dominate the media to influence how, why and what we think about this or that. Pious zealotry sets the stage for blustery pomposity, leaving no one to really care whether the cord was unplugged on Grandma or not. There is no turning back. We are where we are. The only hope is in the realization that the future does not have to be dictated by the past. It can change. We can change. I can change, but why?