Today
I looked at the sky
And wondered why
Nothing makes sense down here
We judge people on shades
And not substance
We fall over ourselves
To worship idiots
We stay too long at parties
For fear of going home with ourselves
To the same room
Tomb
We live and die in
We put on a happy face to answer the door
But can’t sustain it
It’s easier to go out
Than let anyone in
I used to be a fast runner in my youth
Because there was always a clear finishing line
Now
I run from things
And just keep going
I miss getting a tin medal
Though
And applause
And hugs
It’s lonely running from something
You don’t understand
To somewhere you may never belong
So I prefer to run in circles
Some tell me that’s a waste of time
But isn’t that life?
Today
I looked at the sky
And wondered why
(c) Frank Howson 2020
