He sees it mostly Shining through heart as heavy as the ONE but often it stares back so long he has to think again TWO heaven they call it, where you wait to see THREE most often he knows the world is just an echo of the past FOUR you see it mostly FIVE you see if enough to say thanks SIX At least the past is wordless our hearts beat faster because of it Words make me see, right? What happened to the light The ground grew over me just to hear me echoing What was sturdy, became hard to see hard it is then What became annoying was added to my day just as clean? TEN each direction deserves a change SEVEN EIGHT NINE A mission worth a TRY eleven He sees it mostly as it is, unlike the cross unlike the day unlike the waiting He sees it because its unlike time just waiting to make it here TWENTY could I see it then? Each breakfast turns black the neighborhoods just sing work sucks they know TWENTY ONE? and then its Christmas after all that'll be TWENTY TWO I smiled Mostly, I see as if it isn't happening as if it will never be as time is the waiting time is what has won worth waiting, and worth the one So it began but time wasn't happening Oh, what we will eat! Time happened and all I saw was a black cloud...leave "god I cant believe I have to write an obiituary' do you, see what I mean? |