Numbered
sometimes a wall is just a wall
I stand against it feeling small
maybe it is there to protect me
from the depths of a deeper fall
would I want to change?
that thought is foreign and strange
I would do it in a flash
all it means is changing lanes
can't hang on to a shooting star
when it is too far off
one less twinkle in the twilight
you're better off where you are
these days feel numbered and long
no one gets me at all
you are not the reason
that everyone is gone
that's just how they are
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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