A poem that Kathy wrote for me that I love.

Trips to the Zoo

We are the same person.
in more ways than one we act the same
live the same and talk the same, on occasions.

We live after things
that don’t know we live after and we seem to
over analyze things that need to be left alone.

Sometimes we try to hard
trying to find the artistic meaning of things
where there is no meaning at all.

We forget together
that we need to listen to the smooth voices
of songs that have already lived through this all.

We never stop our lives
not even to smell the roses on the bushes
that are trying to make us glance their ways.

We are busy
with Lions that have already forgotten that there are
things also chasing after them. Lions never look back.

We are content
to play at a Zoo where the animals aren't playful
and their snoring sounds mock our minds all the same.

Let us remember
that the roses on the bushes smell so much better
then the dirt at the zoo and sometimes, only sometimes

We can live for ourselves
instead of chasing after boys that have forgotten
what we were like to be around.