I've been waiting
watching the clock's hands
wave another day past
wondering if this
will ever
happen
I just sit in my dark car
watching the smoke die
so perfect and lovely
before it just
disappears
So maybe there's some
meaning hidden somewhere
in the clouds we see god
or maybe just a
butterfly
Ever so slowly
I'm starting to believe
there is just energy
we are just beings
bursting and floating
connecting and expanding
fading and then dying
So when I see you
on that lonesome interstate
I won't wave
No, I won't satisfy
that urge to say goodbye
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