Tuesday, August 4, 1998

9:07am


they would all laugh
if they knew
what it took to get
through a day
in the life of only I
under only the weight
of the sky
pressing hard and
I know some can’t wait
until tomorrow they
anticipate
events ready for what
they desire
sitting so silent, patience,
my fire
and it won’t burn, so
come, no fear
closer still, who’s
conscience is clear
as the sky on one of
these days
so many situations, react
in different ways
to the end or beginning of
it all
careful of everything avoiding
a fall
from a station where
they put their feet
I haven’t moved from
this hard wooden seat
and I found comfort
while many stay sad
waking with the sun
for that I am glad…

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