I pretend to have mail I need to send
heaven forfeits what it does not let in,
but this is not a sin.
Why do I have to start this over again?
Everything stays the same and even when we change the rules
the game is still the same but with a different name:
no one and everyone is to blame
societies maimed made lame
and he never returned let alone came.
Together and at once they swung their canes
dapper dressed walking down Main
a one-way route bargain:
your life winds away not as a literal time-piece
but as the wisps of wind that catch your face
and bring cool and dry relief on an otherwise hot day
Can we dance can we play, can we laugh our pain away?