I’m just a voice.
Hear what I say.
You make your choice,
living this way.
Out in the sky,
so far away.
We’re all gonna die
and every knows,
but nobody says.
Maybe that’s why
I’m speaking at all,
to hear my own voice
before I fall.
Raise my eyes,
I could be anywhere at all,
but I’m here,
though I’m not clear
if I was called.
The wind blows
and I hope
it can carry me
Take my words
out in the world
until they bury me.
So much can happen
in one life,
but very little certainty.
The truth is
no one hear you
until you speak.
So I guess
I’m just speaking to be heard
and writing every word,
because this is our
only means of connection.
Ask us later on
if we knew we’d be gone
and we won’t answer.
If I have noise to make,
I better make it now.
No time like the one I’m in
to open up my mouth
and let the words come out
and see what happens after.
HG – 2018
