| not yet i cannot yet i cannot i can't, i'm not tired enough yet. catch me when i'm at wit's end, turn me round, lay me down again. in my mind's eye i can almost define forever it is the distance in time before a flower blooms, after it is severed. wilted petals may be stirred into cups of tea passing time, biding, hiding in the lea nothing can come soon enough all a broken story dream i am blind, they've called my bluff, and the cats have lapped up all the cream. i must be content with my watery concoction it's mixed of regret and sadness i'll swallow til i'm ill, this fine toxin and blame none but myself for the madness losing sight waiting til a different forever something i haven't desired yet anything that is forever. |