stranger

give it up
in a hammock
close your eyes
the hell with the world....
'til the clouds come rolling in
again
to block the sun;
ruin your moment.
you could have been happy
you could have been beautiful
seventeen again
if only the sun
could be left alone
to steal the day
from today
leave you be....
but it's not the clouds
and the sun
it is you
stranger
so estranged from yourself
that leaves you limp
in a hammock
lifeless
seeking life in reverie.
so this
here ...
the distance
between you
and yourself
is to blame.
still there is nothing
in your blackberry
nothing
in your iphone
nothing
to remind you
of your appointment
so long overdue
with yourself
and your obligations
the ones that really matter;
the ones about which you care
a little less
every day
like passing clouds.
another one goes down
the horizon....