One of us had to change
I took the high road
You did too
Which I find strange

But
Now I guess we'll wait
for a compromise
or one of us
to change back

Hopefully this time
it's only one.

I've given up
on good mornings
and now everything
is only a
hello

Don't waste the
  sunlight now it's
    a beautiful day to feel
  that golden glow all around you
          no time to waste with meteor showers
       jump on up here!

    wait, it's a candle
someone left burning.

                                                               ­                                           sigh

                      don't waste the candlelight.

I always get the sense
that it's late.

Later in the day;
          Where did my morning go?
Later in my life;
           I need to get a move on
           I need to accomplish dreams and things
Later in the year;
           Is it a new year already?
           What have I been doing for the last nineteen years?
            Maybe it's been twenty-two.

Later in the moment;
            Are you leaving already?
            When will I see you again?
             Oh, that's a long time
Later in the whatever-this-is-that's-happening-to-me;
            When are you coming back?
             Oh, you're leaving for good?
             Okay.
             Well, let me know if I can change your mind.
             No?
             Okay.

Later in my lack of experience;
          Oh, hey there.
           I'm Peyton
           I want to let you know up front.

I'm a little crazy.
Oh.
Okay.
Goodbye, then.

It's all my fault that I said nothing
But it's not my fault that you said no

It's all my fault that I always no
but it's not my fault they never say nothing

but at the rate that the world is moving
and despite this state that I'm in
I still managed to stop moving
long enough to be trampled by tortoises
and I somehow managed to be missed by the stampede

Sometimes I wish the turtles would get off of my back
because they crawl so slow
and time begins to ache

Sometimes I wish the stampede would target me
and the last thing I would see is a violent crowd
but I still imagine a mirage behind the mob

I have an invitation for the turtles;
they can sleep on my back.