Namely days
Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life
An empty seat next to mine
A longing, a deep sigh, a heat, an energy
Listen closely, a muted fizzing
A quiet, a quiet desperation
A space lit by a screen
Just a part, only the real
The real just, a new real
With its own pretending
The new real
Its own pretending
Its own pretending
A new real
Stuart A. Staples – A New Real
