20 January 2013

The Day Yesterday Fell In Love With Tomorrow

Time loans many hands to caress
The form once took has ceased to be
Buried beneath January snow
Spring is fast approaching

Clearing grit from my eyes
Emptying my lungs
I can hear birdsong
At a distance

Settling for less is not to be
Finding love for life
Still smoking and drinking
Thinking about running

Poor decision is abundant
The king of the castle can't see
Draped in gold and silver
The wrong that he does

Even as horizons approach
I can see the future
Woven into a tapestry
Rife with repetition

Breaking free from chains
Put in place by the unthinking
Growing in number
Staying alert for the prime

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