Good To Go Poem by William B. Deutscher

Good to go
and I don't know where,
walking away
in the open air.
Good to go
and mysteriously,
standing apart
at the edge of the sea.
Good to go
and it's all unknown,
separate in each
and all alone.
But we're laughing
in sunlight
all yesterday,
and we're streaming
down moon night
so you say.
Good to go
all the losing time,
waiting for something,
an omen, a sign,
as we live our nonsense
anyway,
holding out
until the last dying day.