I am waiting, don’t know why, or what for. Just touch the sky

Where clouds, like people block my view,  the universe is me and you.

Dark, but full of twinkly lights, foreign bodies, little frights.

I am watching, just what for is a puzzle, that’s for sure.

I see minutes flashing past, the present much too frail to last.

We are small, yet time is vast.

I am hearing, don’t know what, confusing sounds, don’t mean a lot.

People speak, but what they say is squashed, drowned, carried away

Down a river of jumbled sound to a noisebox going round and round.

I am hoping, don’t know why, that other folk can use my eye

To see the stars as glory lights, illuminating man dark nights.

I speak to people made of glass, and only hopoe they let me pass

The test of social sanity.