Where are you? Late again.
I am here. I am with a friend.
Where do you go? When the winds blow
He walks alone, books in hand, staring straight ahead.
He doesn’t notice anyone, even though all eyes go to him.
A guy like him could sit anywhere at lunch, yet he instead….
Opts to eat alone, and that for some reason makes him dim.
I feel the need to write,
All my thoughts down
They swirl and twirl, never slowing
The hour goes on and I am restless
The lake is still, a shimmering glass mirror of time,
It tells no lies, what you see is what you get.
The dots appear
I want them to disappear
So clueless, so unclear