No Fly Zone

Sitting on a bench. This bench here. Hands clasped. Sounds muffled. Time pierced by my stare. My hair ruffled by the wind. It doesn't distract. There is something important I'm piecing together. Something so grand, so eloquent. A fly flies into my nose And in that instant I'm out of the zone. That thought is gone, completely forgotten. World peace is gone Because of one greedy fly.  


Some look forward to the day, Filled with everlasting glory. Some look forward to clouds parting, And the sun pouring down like rain. Time will be still. Laws will be broken. On this day, this most glorious of days, All will be good, then all will be bad. Those who were right expect to smile, To brag. The wrong will be wronged And they will ...