lull

justam

I'd like to leave a gift
somehow find a way to lift
this heavy feeling I dropped
when I stopped
saying anything of love or
hate, or neutrality
what's in the air, reality?
no! it's false to believe that
reality is just everything flat
sometimes there's just a lull
perhaps the internal water is dull
while the air is still
waiting for some will
to bring back some life
a calm between happiness and strife
feet in cement
when I'd rather be heaven sent
like a lake fit to ski across at dawn
the morning we'd wait for--not gone
oh Lordy, dip-dip-dee-do
what to say now and how to move?!