The Things That Stay

But there are also the things that stay.

You and I we’re gonna fly, But there are also the things that stay. Not a bird, not a tree, not a butterfly, But there are also the things that stay.

A child makes a man. A child goes away. But there are also things, So many, many, many things that stay.

Not like plastic pens, but poetry. Not pixels, but binary light. Not the singer, the sound of a song. Not the notes, the potential for music.

The possibility To know Each other Stays.

What words can say does stay.

My words went wasted

On Breath.

My words were in

The Air.

Now

My words are

The Air.

And I Am every

Where!

We say we live. We say we die.

But there are also the things that stay.

~ Wynn ~