At the end of December,
floating around may soon be over.
Dig down deep for all the answers,
after you figure out the questions.
The sun can’t shine in the rain,
and even the moon takes a rest.
If you think you’ll be home for Christmas,
think again, because Santa, has a big red nose
of a clown, and doesn’t really care—
neither does the unconditional love you crave
or having a life that never comes to an end.
When the bubble pops, and Monarchs fly south,
you can go for a long walk toward the radiant sun,
and try walking in somebody else’s shoes
until all the many stars light the night sky,
and give us infinite chances to get to know one another.