Windblows

Turning over and over through the Hours, my friend. My Eyes see yours and I know you’re here. When you say “will you still come to see me when I’m alone and Not how you remember me?” Do I know you enough to know? But, see… Like when the trees bend, Or when the rain falls… What am I Saying? True love waits? What the Hell is that? I was beginning to think the only thing I’d Roll Over for would be for a good Cheetos bag. Upon that occasion, I’d be sure to look Good for the cashier at the local store. Hallelujah! True love waits? What the Hell is that? I don’t know Everything, but I know something. Trees bend. Rain falls. Everything dies, Everyone dies, Sooner or later. And the only way out Now is to Die before something else can kill you. Stop Telling me about something Other than me. My concerns. My Pathologies. And for God’s sake Stop saying “true love waits!” Don’t you have somewhere Else to be? No? Are you lonely? Ah, I see. Damn you. Leave me be. Sooner or later, all Things die. But… I’ve got to admit you’ve taught me something. I Learned that all things somewhere, someday also Live.