Losing Grasp
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

I know so many things
But I'm not one of them
I fly on heavy wings
Up in the sky again

I sway above the clouds
I can hear you mumble below
I hear so many lifes pass by
I live as people come and go

Nothing ever matters no more
Nothing ever matters its for
It's gone with the wind
It all grows within, like me

I don't claim to be better than you
I'm so lost, I'm so confused
We just sit on the floor
But really, we could do more

Some supreme bein is hidin in the dreams I be seeing inside then.
Tommorrow.