• Poem


November 20, 2022 • 1 min read

11-20-22 Poem

I sit here on this train.

On a cold fall day.

I'm thinking of us.

Not just me and you, but allovus.

Staring out the window.

Seeing clear blue skies.

Sparse fall colored leaves dancing on the trees.

I'm thinking of us, allovus.

The sun is barely up, but it wants to go down.

The train moves on.

Time moves on.

on and on and on.

But where we going?

And what we doing?

The world keeps spinning.

With allovus.

This is making me nervous.

My chest is heavy.

I know I’m craving.

Some new meaning.

Fulfill my void.

Help me find.

Reasons to.

Answers to.

Where we going?

What we doing?

Unfortunately I know.

Some questions have.

No answers to them.