I Don't Know Why They are Them

I don’t know why they are them

But there they are

Lounging in the high castle

Peaked mountaintops away from sight

They sit

 

I don’t know why they are them

Gambling lives with fancy jewels

And new sunglasses, new robes

As daily tasks take up the day

We will float

 

I don’t know why they are them

But there they go

Indian givers laughing to themselves

As drifters left unknown

We will sit alone

 

I’m not sure if I want to know

Why they are them

Because I fear

They will be

Too much like us

The End

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