Passing By (day 880)

Perhaps I shouldn’t have heard it
Ears pierced forever more
That lay me down
To press me round
Into oblivion

But who was I to say it nay
To say it wasn’t right
For passing by
As I was high
Hardly did I note

Say it is true that now I sit
Wondering what then went on
It wasn’t mine
To kill the time
Gone my piercing truth