Sometimes the world
Seems to take the
day off
As if deciding to call in sick
Leaving its creatures
To find their own
way
Guided by invisible hands
A couple passing by
Both lost in
themselves
Like they havent spoken in years
A man that stops
To stare at the ground
Then seems to recall where hes going
Even a stray cat
Meandering in a dream
Of birds always out of reach
That perch along wires
As if painted upon
The canvas of the blank grey sky