Between You and Me and Tomorrow

It goes on and on.
There are days when you’re less,
but as long as you live.
you have a future.
Wouldn’t you like
that in that
oblique pitch
is a louder whistling sound found
than your stress valve holding on,
when you sing your most obvious songs?
Some are melancholic;
singing of grief and happy separation,
In life, you go through so much
without a clear destination.
you can easily catch yourself
laughing about your own downfall.
We’re not songbirds.
I realize that
but everyone follows the melody of their throat
who are YOU to decide
how and when
and what one
can sing about.