On our way to see mother in West Point two years after her death

I headed east on Interstate 68 which was lined with Red Buds throughout the whole Mountain this way and beautiful blooming flowers of spring.

I was on my way to Alexandria and it was April 23rd 2016 my mother had passed away exactly two years ago to the day.

I started out the morning with an omelette something mom and I always ate and I wasn't feeling particularly well on this drive today and wondered if the mushrooms I ate or perhaps painted in gold because I felt as though I had no equilibrium and my census kept feeling this feeling of vertigo and I had very nauseated stomach before and I'm familiar with nausea and mushrooms and other experiments.

Soon I would be with my family eating dinner and in two days time we will be heading northward to West Point New York where my mother was laid to rest on the Hudson at the United States Military Academy where my father graduated in 1952 and my brother as well in 1982.

West Point is a Bittersweet homecoming of sorts but in the end it's always a distinguished centerpiece of our family and that is been Timeless in my mind from day one. I had many dreams and aspirations of being a good dad but I was never healthy enough that I've been healthier it is definitely the path I would have pursued as I had my mind set on it and when things started to not to go that direction it was heartbreaking but I don't admit it much because it doesn't matter much to me if I still feel the same way inside because I learned certain things for my father from my brother who are my examples. And when I say my examples in particular I mean my male role models. Of course my female role model his mom and that you were going to all go visit and we all desperately Miss.

I love these mountains out here and Cumberland Maryland and in the alleghenies and in Appalachia. There really is nothing else like them that I've been to so far and I've been through these mountains and many different states and I've been out west into the Rockies which I adore to but these mountains have some charm for me and I can't quite explain exactly what it is but it is from here that I head back East where I grew up.

Only Alive Now In Memories ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ MobiusTripz

I have a collection of worthless things,
that I can never take with me,
not all the way up to to heaven,
I cannot even give it all away for free.

I keep all of this clutter,
I have it all around,
some is even emotional,
and it can often shut me down.

Sometimes I want to run and hide,
and sometimes I want to wallow in my misery,
sometimes I want to go to my favorite tree and die,
I will take a concoction and now end this ride.

I remember once when we all held value within,
even of that which we owned had financial worth,
when things were made with pride and dignity and to last,
and today they bag your stuff up to set at the curb.

CHORUS

Priceless memories,
fill black plastic bags,
yellow drawstrings,
you tie me down again,
evicted and rejected,
a minority pre-selected,
I never even had a fucking chance.

I remember once when we each held value within,
even of that which we owned had financial worth,
when things were made with pride and dignity and to last,
and today they bag your stuff up to set at the curb.

Sometimes I want to run and hide,
and sometimes I want to wallow in my misery,
sometimes I want to go to my favorite tree and die,
I will take a concoction and now end this ride.

I keep all of this clutter,
I have it all around,
some is even emotional,
and it can often shut me down.

I have a collection of worthless things,
that I can never take with me,
not all the way up to to heaven,
shit man, I cannot even give it all away for free.

CHORUS

Priceless memories,
fill black plastic bags,
yellow drawstrings,
you tie me down again,
evicted and rejected,
a minority pre-selected,
I never even had a fucking chance.

SOLO

CHORUS

Priceless memories,
fill black plastic bags,
yellow drawstrings,
you tie me down again,
evicted and rejected,
a minority pre-selected,
I never even had a fucking chance.

ENDING SOLO ON A SLOW FADE OUT

I think back to youthful memories,
a past life when I was young happy healthy and free,
I had friends and glee and fun outside daily,
I am now still alive within those old memories,
I will see you back at our favorite now old tree.

SOLO (CONTD.)

Still Alive Within My Memories

SOLO (ENDS RIGHT AFTER ALL ELSE)