Sometime.

When you are there just killing time-
And I am here the same,
It seems as if some kind of crime.
But who could be to blame?

There seems to be no choice in this,
No matter how I try.
My wishes fall in some abyss
And I can’t figure why.

I guess we know the reasons for
The way things seem to be.
But feelings knock on every door
Just longing to be free.

I step outside and take a walk,
But no one’s ever there
To tag along or have a talk
Of anything to share.

Oh- people scurry to and fro-
Like dogs that chase their tails,
And maybe we don’t want to know
Another dream that fails.

But I don’t think you’d be that way,
Just missing all the cues.
So maybe I’ll be bold and say
What have we got to lose?

John H. Bidwell