Case of the Jeebies

Under the dim sky Are the presence of trees, birds, and cities The rooftops and kids Drugs and homeless people living on subway streets This is what I see of the world This is what I see of the world People, a lot of persons In jackets, hats, walking, driving But always in their eyes they hide behind A clutter of thoughts so important Like only in total ignorance one can do Maybe upon their bed of death When finally they'll shake their heads And look around for the last and first time Welcome to Life, my friend, but welcome to death I'm just sorry you couldn't see How beautiful your simple room is on a Saturday morning That tree that was always there Standing, waitiing for your attention What joy it can be just moving around and going to bed The perfect stillness of night when even the sun has closed its eyes And countless more things that you had missed If only you had paid attention If only you were simpler and didn't mind nothing happening If only those thoughts were really so important If only I had written a better poem or two If only the people around you weren't also consumed Then everything would have been different But for now, nothing still is, so won't you fly free bird into eternity On behalf of you I promise to pass on the message for a new world by Paul Peng, 11/14/2025