Almost as if we never met

Feeling incomplete and bereft

Sense of roots uplifted...

Earth shaken off and moved

Where they will be transplanted

Is a constant worrisome unknown

Is it me, is it us, or is it the time

Making so many forlorn or alone?

Blame it on banks and politicians

On a certain lack of chance

Blame it on changing conditions

Poverty, pomp, or circumstance

Maybe fish in the sea

Who turn belly-up

When waters of plenty

Run exceedingly dry

It's almost as if we never

Laid eyes on each other

Never shared a laugh

Or a drink to the future

We proposed as a raft

To float us out of poverty

From that torn suture

To peace and prosperity

Now, our eyes never meet

Judas lips never form a word

Only flippant tongues so fleet

Who knows what was heard?