On waking I knew that today was to be given up to Bacchus, that the devil would have his due and the lords of chaos would claim their 10%. Some days are like this. My eyes open, waking assails me and the world slips away. Never mind that I have things to do...they will wait...they have to! Today is about meeting myself and having an argument. Who will take control....the poet, the philosopher or the pragmatist? Today, it is the poet....lost in his life...seeking meaning and definition in words. Wrapping himself in hope and belief that there is a better way...that I can be more...that we can be more. Can we? Can we rise above the blinding fog and see beyond our horizons? Can we reach out and offer hope, comfort, love and bacon.