Going

I am always the one who seems to be going,
Yet ask me where, as you often do,
And I see my eyes glaze over,
As they reflect in yours.

But still you seem to always be there,
At that place that I was going to;
How you know before me
Where, is why you are here.

I am always the one who seems to be going,
And it’s not that I am trying to get away
From you, or anything, I just don’t know
What is here, so I go there...



PrioriThought 2009