Contempo

By sight and sound and might I see them things Nor blindness spite can't not fulfill me dreams Come rain, some shine, and blank stare in the wall I find no mess or time to see them crawl Will death or life or try make hard work end, or love or hate seek it to be thee friend? "Hi there, good bye." Him be all gone tomorrow, today was late and bygone full no sorrow Step on these waits to be all sorry dear Man or not mine, me in thine and us all clear -Jess