So this is how it is

The summer haze diffuses through the window,

The lonely cock crows noon again,

I grope for my glasses, put them on and find

Another photochromatic day-

So this is how it is.

You're sitting on a cloud, you say you're unmoored,

I am on the ground while you evaporate.

From where I stand, if you were rock

And I was paper, you'd cut through me for air.

You scuttled my paperboat with your philosophy,

It floated for a while and sank,

But these still waters run rather deep

And the journey to the bottom was real.

So this is how it is.

The last thing I remember-

I had a map and no destination,

The colourful houses, trees and the tar

Looked like the ones I had left behind

Each street corner, face and bougainvillea

Whizzed by stroboscopically

That's when I realised- the new was more of old

And the old was, well, just older.

So this is how it is.