my go to thought

I lie around

I watch TV 

I text a friend 

I'm so happy 

Then it's out on the tear

The wind in my hair 

A wacky wacky dance show

Music festival, playing go. 

I wipe the board 

I do it again 

With women and men

All because I think 

At the turn of each blink 

Where do the hollow men go

The fields the fields 

And the winter snow

Who matches a maiden to 

Her frolicking gown

When it's born of the seashore

And the land in between

Who carved the first hockey stick 

Who was the first nasty prick

Where do the wild things go

Above or below?

What does it matter at

The end of the day 

If we're all fundamentally 

The same 

Of course don't forget 

The time in between.