Somewhere, that’s about what it seems, at least For now, maybe. It’s a bit like someone saying What do you do? To be honest with you, and I’m not always as honest as I’d like, I’m still Wondering about that, the what do you do Thing. It’s always something, wouldn’t you Say? There’s never been a not doing, but Lately, that seems indeed pleasurable over Piles of laundry and late bills. Is that what It all comes down to, doing something, Somewhere, sometime, somehow? Would You ask a Palaeolithic hunter the same? He and/or she is just hungry and all the Dinner animals are either skittery or way Too big to bring down. Every day has a Certain melody, sometimes operatic, but Often, just a sweet song someone hums Now and then, though lately, more blues That makes both of us just want to lie Down and die. But, thank heavens, we Don’t as we want to keep listening, even A little, just to see what tomorrow might Bring. Isn’t everyone wondering about Tomorrow? Or hoping for tomorrow? Some have already dropped dead from Not knowing about what to do next, but For others, maybe you, we’re already Dreaming way ahead of where we already Are. It’s also very possible none of us Really know what we’re doing, or what We’ve done, or haven’t done, or don’t Even know what we should have done. But like a miracle everyone here keeps On doing as that’s why we’re here, just To do something. Of course that’s right, And even if you’re not doing, your old Brain on life support is still scanning The universe for what’s in front of us, Wondering, of course, how soon we’ll Not even have those electrical hot wires As the way this works out is we don’t Get to do this very long, even though Everyone thinks this certainly could go On, like forever, and then, forever is Already over, and there you are either In a tiny box of bones and ashes, or worse, Just lying like that down below not doing Anything again, ever, anymore, anywhere.
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