A New Real

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

To Be Free

Oh, and like a seed
That is flying in the wind
In search of water, soil, and sun
And the birds and the bees
To have it all along

Passenger – To Be Free