Keep Driving

What I do See,

concerns me,

so near!?!

I look around,

knot in panic,

the Air is so still,

I listen for shrill.

I state,

do not panic,

in a breath that I take,

wait for the seconds it takes to just say.

Quietly we'll observe,

it seems that you've scattered.

Four-corners to earth,

it seems to have mattered,

the value in measure,

recorded for pleasure,

the kind that will play,

a foot-prints been made.

Humanity troubled for none seem are left,

death seems so natural,

but Life likes to Hear.

Knot that you're taken,

the part is clear,

but that you're alive and still rooting for Dear.