The clock is ticking
Thoughts inside my head
Are slowly moving
Living, dying, dead.
Like leaves they’re tumbling
Tumbling to the ground
And like leaves they’re floating
Floating all around.
Tell me,
Can you catch those second thoughts
And would you, if you could?
These thoughts, they taste like crying
Like all the things you never could.
Taste like prejudice and pride
And smell of treachery and hate
They remind you of your loneliness
And of your destined, bitter fate.
Oh, like hours do they seem
A never ending song
Leaving nothing but regret
For times that are long gone.

-E.R.