Walking Around (6/2020)

Feet walk miles til miles are feet.
I don’t understand anybody I meet.

Flat tires roll when land’s not flat.
Backs can break and make comebacks.

A statue tripped today but I bet it deserved it.
Tragedy, comical history tried to preserve it.
I’m just walking around.

None of life ever made any sense,
and I sometimes wonder where that went.
Just trying not to think.

Three were you, the rest were me.
What would life be if we always agreed?

Tracks run courses, then retract.
Where’s everyone? Not sure how to act.

What happened to the dreaming?
The old laughs, tears streaming
down familiar faces, I wish I could see it.
I’m just walking around.