
Cheri
Whether afoot or at calm rest
we travel a million of miles
through strange clusters of starry isles
rarely stopping to be impressed.
Lynne
Just somewhat wobbling we stay put
tunneling our way through deep space
always at the same measured pace
no matter at rest or afoot.
Lynne
I think that’s the way of such but
the world still runs its day night rounds
and no matter how bad it sounds
we stay put just wobbling somewhat.
Lynne
I never seem to advance much
along the length of story line
that’s proven sure a trust of mine
but I think that’s the way of such.
Lynne