Is it the people - we see,
Is it the conversations we have ??
Is it the earth traveling through space ???
Or the moon sailing bye ???
Is it the words - when we're all alone and
no one is there ?
Is it what happens after death ???
Is it music and laughter than keeps going on ???
Is it feelings,
of disappointment and hurt?
Was it after, was it before ?
Was it no reason just sort of sorry about?
Or was it words nobody said ???
Or is it mainly ...
" I've seen clouds from both side now . "
