When these are those days by gone
will we remember
when we were one?

will we sing sad songs of long bygones

or good ones of big ones that we ate, raw.
when
we couldn't start a fire,
then there was the rub, and you were here

will we remember when we were one
with a private beach and pearl-less oysters
in the desert under the milky way?

I'd say so,
knowin' what I know, here and there.