poem #42

Here you come across the sky
Here you come across the sea
Here you come, to bury me
But when you leave, it's all a lie

There I go to the old folk's home
There I go to the deepest grave
There I go, nothing left to save
I return, and I'm always alone

Seek high, seek low
Seek fast, seek slow
Seek all that you can
or you just won't know

(22/1/15)