This Has Been Going on for Years

Very quickly the days pass. Soon it is Saturday, again.
You say to yourself, This is my whole life here. This is what happens.
Other people can sympathize.

That's all crap when considered with the Star Trek episode on TV.
I don't even watch Star Trek, but on my TV
it's Star Trek. I say, Forget it.

I don't want to write a poem or a letter or a note or a memo.
I don't want to write a novel or etc. I'm just saying that
I want you to understand. And, in regards to that, I'm baffled.

Which isn't much. The dew waits to be born on the grass.
It says, Why am I here?
No one laughs, exactly, but people want to.