One-way streets to nowhere
Lack that basic appeal
Then we find ourselves traveling them
Wondering if this is real
No plans on which to act
Or influences present to reject
You’re on your own you realize
Enough to almost make you sick
Birds fly overhead silently
Grounding you; you begin to think
Dependence on others is not for you
Something missing in that link
You walk; you jump, seeing a shadow
Likening it to a lost yesterday
But you are looking for tomorrow
There are few more acts in this play
You are independent; yet wonder why
Certain things aren’t happening
You want to get by all alone
But you really miss the pampering
You say you are wrong
And miss those with the touch
You’ve come around and that’s awesome
And the effort wasn’t much
Something else that’s missing
The ringing of the bells
You realize that was your job
Don’t worry; no one will tell
Stanski
November 10, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 