MidiMike

© MSK 6-13-11 from notes on 3-7-93

        From the middle, each end is far away

        Somewhere in-between, we learn how to pray.

        In every story there is a hint of truth

        Behind every lie is a mountain of proof.

                It’s always during the cold lonely nights

                That you find out what you’re missing.

                        I am missing you.

        If you think of leaving or sticking around

        It’s better to know what lives underground.