another little ditty.

and i asked
what's going on
as if i didn't know
attempting to play the vicious games
only children play
questioning him
as if my mind was his
tabla rasa to fill...well refill really
i found myself
needing him
to speak
just because i found myself
forgetting the sound of his voice
really the sound of disapproval
mixed with a longing
one that somehow only i could fill
and now i find myself
making my own desperate sounds
asking him
to wait
and then to stay
so i can tell him
to leave.

Cogito ergo sum...therefore I am...therefore I am...

riding high on planes
realizing that these high skies never change
they just move
like my mood
from day to day
when there's just not much to say
but a simple sound
that will never rebound
off ears and mouths
longitudes headed to souths
off the edge nowhere
where everyone has a single care
and that is everyone
how else can things get done
...as we've now transversed over meta-like-realities
and kinna-like-heavens over very-real-seas
a hope is found
in a simple sound
that has been proven to rebound
off ears and mouths
I...just I.


*um I don't know why this rhymes uhhh?*