He could disappear like magic
Out of sight and mind
He could disappear completely
Or just listen and unwind
To the sounds that fill the room
The whispers and the things assumed
About he who left us way too soon
To morph inside a big cocoon
Then spread his wings and fly
But my question still, is why?
Why vanish to the stars
While we’re in traffic in our cars
You could be halfway to Mars
Or not nearly at all