Simple notes

Strung together like

Little pearls

Heaven help us

Tank’s running low

We’re turning on

A little road.

Circle back again

It’s a whisper

In the wind

Doesn’t matter

rain or shine

Clock is ticking,

Flowers wilting.

Why search

For peace?

Wheel needs

No grease

Let it squeak on

Rather moan

Honest songs

To the lonely moon.