I sit here like I do every morning,
gazing out the window at the drivers and flyers passing by.

I wonder where they're going, where they've gone, and who they've met.

Did they meet a Queen or a King?
Was a famous actor in their mitts or just a good friend named Herbert?

Who can tell....

I hope that wherever they were that they enjoyed it and enveloped themselves in the sanctity of good times.

But most of all I hope that they are off to such a place a second or third or fifth time....

To live again.