Thursday 3 September 2009

It is here

.

Date: Around Jan/Feb 2009


Why I feel so dumb and futile
If you don't heed me for a while
Why does the universe conspire
Which before had no measure
to become so small as ever
and so pretty as it was never
Why is it trying to be you
Moving, laughing, smiling like you
Why is it nothing else I see
Neither morn nor the Sun setting at sea
I don't have my prayers for me
They are your, as was destined to be

I feel so dumb and futile
If you don't heed me for a while
I suspect it is here
And I suspect it is true.

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