Delusion

Let’s throw on another log and sit around-

I don’t want to play with fire.

Let’s throw on another log, and

wait for the summer.

Like a child,

I lay down on the porch to sleep in the sun, as if

a silent tribute to John Lennon­ 

the skies are blue

Live, as if you were to die tomorrow 

Maybe death is but a silent breath. 

Maybe some of us are already dead. 

Another year, 

lunar-lunatic times...

Our days are counted- 

organized

given a name.

We calculate 

to 

count down 

Like a child,

I lay down on the porch to sleep in the sun, as if

a silent tribute to John Lennon­ 

the skies are blue

Live, as if you were to die tomorrow 

Maybe death is but a silent breath. 

Maybe some of us are already dead. 

Another year, 

lunar-lunatic times...

Our days are counted- 

organized

given a name.

We even calculate to 

count down