should we pretend, that it’s the end…

I got out of bed today
Stared all around,
And it did seem in some way
Everything was upside down.

The day rolled along,
And the sun gave to light,
As voices gave to song,
And darkness gave to sight.

And I could see how
All words were broken
Into small bits and wound
Up in twine and spoken
By people who had forgotten
What they ever at all had meant.

But the earth turned so sincerely,
And I loved her sticks and her stones,
That seemed to me
To be one with my bones.

And I watched the trees
Become butterflies
And I waited anxiously
To see what would next fill the sky.

The moon, the clouds,
The winds, the sounds,
The stars, the sun,
The hopes of you, of me, of anyone.

And sure, it may be true
That my vision may be skewed,
But damned if I love it
And I’ll enjoy it just a bit.