My brain turns into me
When I try to think of you
Selfishly inhibiting
A crystal point of view
Regardless of the fog
Cast over outsides blue
What are these things
We take for granted?

I'm trying to learn from your mistakes
Trying to prove something true

We've no credit- no togetherness-
Just a hand held
At a hospital bed
And the man two sheets over cries
For he can only see red
I pray you turn Central Park
All it's people, and all it's green
Into a memory,
Even if it's only an aerial view
On T.V.

Can't help but wonder
If anyone
Is doing anything
That they planned