Listen to a bug by a handmade lake
What is he saying?
What does he mean?
Coffee and a bug by a handmade lake.
I’m always dreaming,
Sometimes I’m me.
What really matters?
People pass by twice in the same direction.
What never happens?
People passing by in the same direction.
Leaving August behind.
Shadows by a bird sitting by a lake.
What is he counting?
Why is he mean?
Monday and a bird sitting by a lake.
Two fingers smoking.
Finding a theme.
They pass me by in the same direction,
Pass by me with my reflection.