Sur Feit

They watch me as I spend my time As if they know the score Sometimes they laugh Oft times they cry Out there in nevermore And as I use their ways of life In daily situations They play what if in shadowed halls Or minor conflagrations It’s harder now to make a friend Than e’er it was before So many sudden partings end The close felt feelings more And all those generations strove To spend their ways in pleasure How many counted all their days As simply buried treasure What was it for that all before Was there a hidden meaning The chorus from the ghosts of friends Is pulsing me to leaning Into steady winds of time To tack and come about And shout Come taste in haste the waste Enough of all your keening