so often it feels
like everything's going great,
but where are you?
I write self-indulgent poems
and stay up way too late,
but where are you?
perhaps through repetition
of the question I can't clear
I could settle on an answer
but that still won't bring you near,
or perhaps you sit there reading
and the screen becomes a smear
as the words just keep on flowing
to a song I cannot hear, called "where are you?"
I've got a new job where I can finally excel,
my sofa, my poof chair, my hybrid as well,
forty-five miles per gallon, that really feels swell--
but where are you?
I can clearly see resolving,
other questions that I ask--
but where are you?
if I really set down to improving
I could write a list of tasks,
but where are you?
perhaps through repetition
of these questions I can't clear
I could settle on an answer
but that still won't bring you near,
or perhaps you sit there reading
and the screen becomes a smear
as the words just keep on flowing
to a song I cannot hear,
and still I sit here slowly wondering
how much is fate, and how much fear...
and, where are you?
(originally published at http://www.swinney.org/journals/article.phtml?id=3791)
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