Your Call

The morning brings a moment frozen in time. Your heart is still within thee. I can count a dozen one less or one more of angels that protect and surround me. Given the time to ponder and weigh the atoms that bind me together. I’m left to wonder the Marvels escape and I’m in for cold stormy weather. As for the questions that bereave and lament, seldom do answers come calling. My situation has me high on the fence, in a moment I’m hopelessly falling. Gone are the days we smiled to trick people into thinking we’re winning. I’ve got a mind and the matter is thick, as for good times they’re now just beginning.