Stuff I hope you've figured out by now.
I don't have the answers,but I swear one day I will.
We weren't feeling it,
the atmosphere was tense and disorientating.
You forget who you were,
and went with the crowd.
That was perhaps our last real conversation with each other.
And I hope you've figured out by now, everything you questioned that night.
And perhaps it's my turn to figure things out.
I understand now, what you were going through.
That's not me, and you know that too.
I followed you out, I looked around for you.
Found you sitting on the grass, waiting.
It was quiet,
you broke the silence with a question.
One that caught me by surprise.
Maybe it was the chemicals kicking in,
could not think, could not take you seriously.
But I was there, a listening ear was all you needed, maybe.
"Why do we feel envy, it's such a disgusting emotion to feel..."
We sat there together,
in my mind I was scrambling for an answer.
And as always, I am not wise at all.
What a silly and defeated reply I gave...
"I guess it is a sin we have to live with and control."
.
You left that night,
looking back now,
I figured out what you were referring to.
Silly me,
always one step behind.
I am me.
.
I placed my hat behind me,
and rested my head on it,
the grass was soft and the sky was dark.
I don't remember the sky,
But I did remember thinking,
a lot.
And perhaps I did find the answer,
I don't recall.
But if it's the thought that counts.
A memory, I want to fill that void with.
It would be that,
As I looked up to the heavens,
I prayed.
For wisdom.
Bur.
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* Yours Truly Wilbur * ---- Saturday, December 31, 2011 12:48 AM
