Thursday, June 30, 2016

End of June - Nothing's Now

One dozen months
Long enough for what
I have to do yet somehow not 

50 weeks
Plus two for me
For 50 years then I'll be free

Which days are life
Which hours are mine
Which years will make my memory shine

Which days are lost
Which hours I cried
Which years live on after I've died 

Nothing moves
Except the times
Nothing lives that doesn't die

Nothing's bright
Like my blue screens
Nothing's now except what's been

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