Here There Everywhere

Another Sunday comes on by with my heart beating on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?

I sometimes find myself running down that empty road chasing after my mind - where will I be my friend?

Another Monday comes on by with my brain thinking on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?

I sometimes find myself spinning in the empty field, colours steam from my head high into the sky above the clouds - where will I be my friend?

Another Tuesday comes on by with my lungs breathing in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?

I sometimes find myself in this room looking through the window, children jumping hop scotch off the walls and into the seas - where will I be my friend?

Another Wednesday comes on by with my eyes staring on the table in front of me, they see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?

I sometimes find myself floating in a balloon, singing notes float from my mouth and stab my balloon to the ground - where will I be my friend?

Another Thursday comes on by with my ears listening on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?

I sometimes find myself in the desert, surfing the waves of this sandy sea - where will I be my friend?

Another Friday comes on by with my nose smelling on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?

I sometimes find myself on the moon, looking down onto the Earth spinning round and round - where will I be my friend?

Another Saturday comes on by with my mouth singing on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?

I sometimes find myself under the sea, swimming with the bubbles of my last memory - where will I be in the end my friend?

Jason Paul Friedman