Day is fading 

Night is waning 

Everyone is so berating 

Head is hurting 

Scratching, burning 

People stop for what they're yearning 

Time stands still 

For what we will 

Be waiting for 

To kiss or kill 

Needing time 

To waste our minds 

On mindless skills which read like rhyme 

School and childhood 

Forgotten now that 

Everything is cold, but how 

Is everything too cold 

When we have turned ourselves too bold 

To see that we are all too old 

To spend our days on mindless waiting? 


© 2006 Adrienne Frailey

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