Whence
So sung on, sung along,
Whence we carried the sun,
And miss the moon till noon,
No breakfast is cold.
Nothing is really old.
Everything is fairly new.
The present time being the only being there is.
Whence, whence...
We are at that place.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2011
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