There’s nothing new in the rear view
so whatya looking for?
everything is ahead of you.

Fight or flight?
whatever’ feels right.

Chisel your names into the night
and write your words in the sky
they might not remember who
you were, but
they’re going to wonder why

and where there’s passion
life goes on
whatya looking for?

I love her like an astronaut
who’s floating,
lost in space and caught up
in her gravity
rescues me.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.