Jana

Do you wonder if we know, can we name our lies, is it right we die alone, let us find our ease, not ask to jump the tide, given such a lead, granted on the ‘phone, when it comes to the way things slide, permit ourselves a little groan, learning how to see, absent features if we cry, makes our lives run free, the trees may whine and groan, look us in the eyes, dare us to come home, the wind blows black and cold, what's wrong with being nice, no matter how we moan, this is paradise. ,