Under and in Rocks

This afternoon thunderheads loom

let go of your weather balloonCertain doom of one more mission

Out and over to the moon - overflow that way soonIf all we fought for was senseless laws,

We gave up like weaklings who long ago lost their godImpossible odds, but comparatively they are really not,

There will always be parts and pieces of us under and in rocksWe are often childish in many ways

And just like children purposelessly behavedBut somewhere else this will all be erased

And then nowhere taking on a somewhere shape