we ask the question of what
why where

and who are we

going round round
and round

like a revolving door
in a department store

and it's all there
we just can't get to it

four strings and a prayer
is the best we can hope for

whit howland © 2020

My demons accompany me wherever I go
They follow my trail
They rejoice over my defeat
They kiss me goodnight
They whisper in my ear
In a language I can't quite decipher or grasp
So come take me anywhere but here
Take me to the land of uncensored dreams and long-forgotten memories
Come rekindle the fire within me
Come take me anywhere but here
For I desire nothing but a deep restful sleep