Here
In this plane of
Racing
Winds chiming
On by
I stick my coral blonde head
Into the hamper
And feel that familiar sensation
In my ears
When I know I need a break soon

The train nearly throws us
As it zooms and goes
In the dreary Chicago
Global warming.

We stop at the Western blue
Where I once hung up all my dreams on a wall
And those closest to me sometimes think
Their silence makes them mean the most of all
But it don't mean ****.

Honey bear too
Needs a break
Can see it all in his face
A warm cocoon to remind me
How grateful I must be
For each day.

And now and now
And now and now
Just be present.