Note

You're still somewhere in there
out there, angry scowl and sudden eyes
flashing delight and I know that because
no matter how much change that guy gets
he still begs for more change, and 
she has it all and still
feels fucked over, and he has three
beautiful kids and still is suicidal.
Her son is a heroin addict and husband
has cancer, as she slowly loses her central vision
and is having a great day. 
The quick and sweetness of the air
at times wherever you are now
(because the idea as we would
if not stay) is undebatable
even by you, saying into the night
(at least be locatable)
it's still you out there
in there