Purchasing the future and the Bee-Keeper

Night is come, brought down with the torrents of old cloud cast-aways. The holiday is creeping ever-closer now, tumbling through the week at it's leisurely pace, bumbling this way and that, rumbling forward and on, without hesitance. We could learn a thing or three from the lumberings of days and significant things. We could learn and grow and grow and rise and rise and stand and stand and shout and shout and sing and sing and shine. The shine is the best part, the part that we look forward to. It's bright in this place, and now I'm looking for my delinquent sunglasses; they have been hiding cleverly out of sight............

"and I was riding along-side for a while till you lost me, and I was riding by, riding along, till you lost me, till you lost me in the rear-view. you lost me...."

"cuz this time, this time, this time, is whatever I want it to be."

"gonna find all your trouble, gonna send them away. gonna make you feel happy, gonna be what you say.......it's a clear day out."

"A sorrowing soul, that fears the unknown night, Draws from the shining past what dreams remain. Though in it's darkening blood the sun lies slain, Your memory, like a monstrance, brings me light."