Make It Count

Calendars are ubiquitous
Making time tick at us
The counting of hours
Both pleasant and sour
Reminding us all
Of deadlines that call
Timing could be perfect
Or things could be wrecked
Depending on your planning
There is only one question remaining
Is it time?
Or not?

Hopeless

Leave me, I beg you

I can’t stand this pain

You are low hanging fruit

Just there, but not quite ready

Everyone’s but never mine

A light of love, a will-o-the-wisp

Never seriously anything at all

One day you will be

But it won’t be with me

I’m not worthy of attention

I lack more then I possess

So one day they’ll come to take me

Many loving fans, I guess

Not really, nobody cares

I’ve been told that often enough

And if you hear it often enough

You begin to believe it

Maybe I worship the ground that you walk on

Because the one I walk on is tainted

Black as sin and just as gritty

You walk on air and you know it

I falling through cracks in the pavements

Wrecked and hopeless am I

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