David Gilmour

(Gilmour - R. Harper)
You ask
What is the quality
Of life?
Seeking to justify the part you play
And hide
Fearing it incomplete
To try
To make it any more or less than short and sweet
But short
Short is from you to me
As close
As we are wont to try to make it be
We're caught
Watching the dark in the sky
Who knows?
Helpless it's time and self to hold the time of day
And you
You are a fantasy
A view
From where you'd like to think the world should see