Aug 10, 2011 22:17
sometimes
you don't see it coming
you ask for something to drink
and it rains
you say you are hungry
and a cow steps on your foot
you say you are lonely
and a family of mice moves into your room
see, you have to be careful
it listens and
it answers
they say be careful
what you wish for
i just say
be specific
wednesday,
poem
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Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone,
the song is over,
thought I'd something more to say.
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