To what has not

Does the simplest things ever let you down,

To something so dear that you can not drown,

There has been and has not.

There will be and without,

With thoughts and things,

Sights and sounds though relevant without a doubt,

Which you understand and don’t,

There has been and has not.

To things I hold dear,

I might not say it aloud but know this,

I’m not blind or not that I care less, 

Just the way I go I guess, 

So to what has not,

There is and there was.