until then, ill protest the idea of existance, again.

erase all ive said.
erase all ive thought.
could it all just be put more simply
and more honestly, all of this turmoil
surrounds the simple fact, now what
could we do about?
nothing?
then lost shall i continue to be
waiting again.
i miss you, simply said
and if in the sky you'll find me
thats enough comfort to hold in this young lad.