Old Gemini
Evening in the gardenSurrounded by firefliesWe'd only just moved inI spent my time alone there readingAnd planted one thing a dayWhile shoveling the yardMy spade hit a metal boxAnd in it was a diaryThe cover old and frayed
It said: "I don't know how much time I haveBut I guess we never really doI thought that I would be terrifiedBut it's worse to watch them watch meSometimes I wish our lives were simplerThat we never had to stretch the foodThat people here would treat my brother wellAnd that he would know he's good"
I laid out all those pagesAnd in my study typed them upIt was tough to say how old they wereI guess years at leastThe boy who wrote these wordsWas an odd and complicated mindBut wisdom's often heavierWhen found before its time
He said: "We all get stuck in circlesBut nothing moves in perfect linesConnections underly the things we seeBut to nuances we're blindAnd I am never singularI was born a pair to walk aloneMy mirror shows the things I'm notBut it helps me feel at home"