You

You sit there - silently numb, staring at the dark side of the world.
When the end is near we don’t even know it. Animals go home to die.
You think your soul can be pure? free? saved?
You think like a child at play. You’re like a child asking for the moon – but aren’t we all, all our lives?
You say ‘Please’ and ask the seas to part,
When seas can come between two people…lying in each others arms.