Nonchalance

Whistles in my ear Both imaginary and real As soothing as they scare me Immaterial and thin They're a falsehood not a lie A disgrace if not a crime And the rolling hills roll on and thunder awaits Where would I end up if not lead by you Found if not discovered An ascent if not a climb But whole if not entire And erect if not upright A joke if not a farce Just a look if not an eye And the rolling hills roll on and thunder awaits We knew there'd be some words and that we'd lie too But where would we end up if not lead by you Numbness if not absence Corporeal and ghostly In a quarrel not a row After prey if not quarry There are real and non-existent whistles in my ear And the rolling hills roll on and thunder awaits We knew there'd be some words and that we'd lie too But where would we end up if not lead by you