forever (seeking)
I’ve been forever seeking
Since as long ago
As yesterday.
I stopped thinking
Which made it easy
For it to stay and stay.
I’d looked under
Every table
Till I started
To laugh and laugh.
Sitting under,
Every table,
Is what’s here to last and last.
I can’t say you can have it.
And I can’t say that you can’t.
It could be you need to swear
Or it could be you need to recant.
It could be six feet under
Holding a resurrection plant
Or six feet over
In a colony with no queen ant.
It could be you can hold it.
Or it could be that you can’t.
It could be you should hold it
Or it could be that you shan’t.
It could be it’s everything
That you’re not supposed t’ tell
Or it could be it’s everything
In your personal hell.
It could be that it’s nothing,
I mean really nothing at all
Or it could be that’s it’s nothing
Personal but you’re still up against the wall.
It could be you need to sit down
Or it could be that you don’t.
What will you do?
And what will you won’t?