bleary eyes and worn-out sighs
articles galore strewn about the floor
i sit and stare blank to the deep blue on the wall
the clock ticks on unforgivingly.
the experts can't teach what our shoddy minds can't reach
to know and be known, even when the fists have flown
the clock still ticks
i'll learn to manage.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment