Someday Soon
Close my eyes and think of whimsy
reasons not to, seem so flimsy
tired of all this same old news
I want more rhythm, no more blues
this oh so endless reverberation
about quarantine and isolation
so I'd rather be inside my head
until this all comes to an end
where I can see the better times
and forget the recent days gone by
think summer drinks on patios
and campfire laughter up in smoke
high fives, hugs and whispers near
seeing someone grinning ear to ear
passions, and ideas collided
instead of being so divided
wedding dances, bouquets tossed
gathering to mourn the ones we lost
being able to meet the new ones born
birthdays, milestones, so much more
if you need me that is where I'll be
behind my eyelids, dreaming dreams
and when the world comes off pause
and the negativity withdraws
I'll open them up and finally see
the way it is supposed to be.
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2022
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