Just a feeling,
it passes quickly.
A certain scent,
my passing glance.
A stressed moment,
and a good friend.
We talk about our day,
we make plans for the
future.
Thats where I want to be,
Thats what I want.
To refuse this equated measure.
To hear the flight of birds.
and to feel sun on my sweater,
On a windy spring day.
So, each day at a time,
and I'll sit back and listen.
instead of screaming like a
spoiled child, forced to finish
their plate at grandmas. I do not
know anything, I am not all, I am left dumb.
I'll try to be open minded, and I'm here.
and here I'll be tomorrow.
Time. Listen. A finish. Not dumb. Here tomorrow.
A slogan for everyday, a parting gift for my failed measure.
A plan for tomorrow, much more than a promise.
