TWENTY EIGHT

Maybe it’s that what I’m in
Neglects a kind of anything,
I don’t know why it works.
Or possibly its altitude
Reveals the things my sight precludes,
I don’t know if it should work.
Day I can try,
But what is it you want me to say again now?

Could be that its smiling face
Can not see past its hiding place,
I don’t know how it would work.
Maybe that its zodiac
Is too wrapped up for looking back,
I can’t see why I bother.
Day I can try,
But what is it you want me to say to the cave men.