“Clear”

This is the news I waited for
four minutes until we know
the course of lives in the balance
if it turns from red to blue
I knew you were going to leave anyway
It’s a secret I kept from myself

Now the bookshelves rearranged
the text books on music have gone
it’s poor fiction or poetry
alphabetically ordered, I live on
somehow I will survive
It is what we are programmed to do

There isn’t any other option left
One day becomes the next
I look to the future
It’s the only option that’s left.

06-02-00

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