Sunday, May 27, 2012


It is that moment again:
Looking into our pockets
And disappeared 
You seem to have, once again.

A million lying around 
Some that we purchased,
And others we borrowed
Without even asking.

Fully conscious
How absurd this must be,
That when you are needed the most
You decide to go missing. 

But see that this is the best part;
Though you always vanish
When ours is out of sight
Another will soon bring you back. 

Like the Sun's glorious light
You keep being passed around
You belong to none
And to all of us at the same time.