The dreams they come and go like the winter and the snow
Phantoms of someday,
somewhere it’s a blizzard and we are cold to the bone
The hole in the moon is full up and brimming.
what is it that holds us all in like this
why do we stick to the ground like a nail through a toe
or anchored down and sinking.
The links are tenuous, the bridges ricketty,
I would throw out a line if either of us knew how to walk a tightrope.
Something has to give says the man to the fish
because if we are equals how then am I supposed to catch you.