Shadows on the wall,
moving with the breeze blessed trees,
that sway in sunlight.
There’s a sound of cars,
passing close by on wet roads,
and the glare of lights.
Sudden things happen,
like fish jumping out the pan,
down at the chippy.
A silly mistake,
that left two a day ahead,
playing with time travel.
I have no answers,
when there are no real questions,
except real questions.
