Listening and being aware of the sound waves penetrating the air.
Pulsating ear drums.
We are just complex beings, yet animals all the same.
Drinkin' bailey's.
Feeling just a tad bit blue.
With a half hearted smile.
Ice keeps melting.
Gleaming and crying too.
Apparently his name is Jeff.
But I wonder what the poet's mind is thinking now, feeling now, being now...
Is there anywhere to settle to that will rock the storm to sleep?
I'm told to give my everything away.
After all I'm already giving my physical being.