Q & A on the New Gutter

Q: Isn't the old gutter's silent collection of rain nice, esp. at night?
A: In the wee hours of the night, I am awake, might as well listen to the rain drums in the gutter to my running thoughts.

Q: What about the thoughts?
A: Lots of things, like my elderly friend in the war-torn country suffering cold and hunger in the old age; my near-miss joy in the past, etc.

Q: Aren't all the failure your fault?
A: Yes and no. 

Q: What's that?
A: Yes, because accepting it as my fault make me calm; no, because it didn't make sense how I did screw up the project that smoothly climbed the hill overlooking glorious waves.

Q: Again, who is the culprit? 
A: Demon, coaxing me into finishing in a hurry before someone does it. Life is a song bird in the air, with a variety of repertoire; before it flies away you've got to capture the note just right for you; however, you must not do it in a hurry.  

Q: not fast enough is your fault. Successful people don't idle. 
A: The rain stopped. Had we not argued, I could have captured useful ideas. My song bird is about to fly away. 

Q: Cheer up. Golden songbird is the best one. It will surprise you.
A: Moan old pain for sure. 

Q: It depends on your ears.
A: My ears are trying to tune in; with some luck, I might get something. 

--Byung