A canopy to lay under
A rustle, a sigh,a heave
Reader think we know what that entails
I watch them hold hands , just like
You and I may
And perhaps like us,
the recipients of the sixth sense
They too shall feel
A guilt, a memory
I see them walk on
Unmindful, giving into natural instincts
I turn over a sociology text
The walls we build, the artificial constructs
We hold hands we don't trust in
Disentangle those we do.
