Space

... and time,

could be considered a rhyme

ever divine,

but who is to say

how we live, work and play,

when all the world is a cage,

and not the so-called, grand stage.

If I stand in one spot,

on a day very hot,

and another stands beside me to cool down,

I quietly think, this is my spot, you clown.

Find your own place, go in haste,

and leave me to my single joy,

is what I would say to a girl or a boy.

The world is filled with many a person,

chiefly put, it's like an immersion,

swallowing water filling my soul,

knowing there is nowhere to go,

for each place turned to,

another body is right in front of you.

Whatever happened to the old wide-opened spaces,

where we could be neighbors at a distance regardless the races.

Whatever happened to the days of old ...

it's called the future, so I am told.

But space one day won't matter for me,

when my headstone lies under an old oak tree,

and if someone wants to invade that space; better think twice,

for the smell won't be nice.

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1/11/2019

9:56 p.m. - 10:05 p.m.