whisper through the trees
like the voice
of a thousand leaves
scattered over the pages
of our lives
blowing from time to time
lifted by a brief breeze
then sit still and rot into the soil
sombre earth
returne to your mother, lover, child
where are we all
where are we going,what doing, anything?
chasing tails round and round
in the downward spiral of out place, time
from time to time
I hear a ringing in my ears
but nobody is calling
from time to time
I hear a ringing in our tears
but nobody is falling
Just Thinking 