You are not here - you went wherever it is
We go where there is no work - no sleep - no
Thought of - yes it’s the only logical explanation.
For the no call, no follow through - no nothing
I think often - we are one in a flock of birds
Those that lift from the power lines - before
Sunrise and the ones before night in mass
We are in a batch. Each soul floats high enough
Slow enough to escape
Yes - it’s the only logical explanation to our
Conundrum here on earth - or perhaps it’s because
You married - live a quiet life of desperation
I know that life too well - the black and white
I prefer to think you are not of this world - it is
The best of thoughts