hungers ended
friends amended
fingers chilling
time overfilling
pockets empty
spot you a twenty
taxi driver likes her hair
smoke is swirling through the air
people dancing everywhere
lost on a beach now
can't find the stairs
surprising lovers
worrying mothers
attention waning
you all keep me sane
withdrawal draws attention
joke to ease the tension
on action we're thriving
don't care who's driving
late nights and weary mornings
and endless loop, going through the motions
minimal effort
when will it all stop?
good things must come to an end
but for now let's just pretend
we're living in a moment
certain realities pass without comment
right or wrong, sometimes i ignore it,
but i'm writing again now
perhaps i can keep track of it,
replaying cliches
at least it's a start
in fact, i might be getting back on track
losing keys and using keys
getting lost to find my way
inadvertent philosophy?
now i'm rambling
perhaps i'm gambling
time's a wasting
conscience is chasing
to bed i'm retreating
one goodnight, but never goodbye.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
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