I’ve left you for another,
That is in the interest of time,
My world here,
Is without your tether
When there I remained glued,
A little more,
Just a taste, a tease, noteworthy
Moment of perfect blather.
Left me satisfied and fulfilled,
And waking the next day,
Wondering just where
I might distinguish my own reality.
The media machine, that nefarious
Delivery of just what I want,
Only what I desire to hear,
That place where ugliness wallow.
I’m lost in nature’s natural cover,
Outside the stars a shine
That never goes away,
Always a beacon of the reality of now.
Yet under cover of shelter,
When I listen to you,
Suddenly the stars disappear
Replaced by your incessant fear.