normal obligations

we know not what abides just what we see
the air is heavy and the day's too hot
we're almost ready to be stewed in pot

the sky is framed by the greenness of tree
in the far distance sounds an urgent shot
we know not what abides just what we see

too many hours until we we each are free
we find ourselves constantly on the spot
not sure if we are needed or if not
we know not what abides just what we see