Rubber Robots
I am in a day
I don't understand
how the calendar works
These days are counted I am in the way of numbers
falling trees and lumber
Falling leaves cant count them
the waves cant count them
my rubber boots
my leather feet
Rain and suites
Magic colors in the sky
Only there for you
The days are counted
the weeks the months the years the sun
Counting my teeth in the mirror
Can i count on you
As the wind in your hair
Can i count on you to love me
I am lost in the days
I have found ways
I have found you
I am the number not counted
As I stare at the waves and think of you
In the fog in the haze
under the tent counting the days
Alone with my thoughts
I look at you
I live every day with rubber robots
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