Never Any Good On My Mind

You sit there,
On my mind.
Why are you there?
When it's been some time.

For so long it's been,
Since I've seen you last.
I still can't stand you though,
There's something you should know.

When people sit there,
LIngering for quite a while.
It means that something's wrong,
Something that could drop a bomb.

It may be nothing at all,
It may be something bad.
I could never tell you what it is,
But I'm officially worried about this.

Nothing good ever comes,
Of sitting on my mind.
The thought that never flies,
Is knowing that everyone dies.

(written May 9th, 2009)