I sit down to a tattered desk and everything is
Still.
Still, I take no notice, as busy people will.
Long past are days that phased me,
Long gone are moments of wider eyes
Long gone are hopes of something deep
in surface-level skies.
And yet, I hold my breath, and
Still.
Still, on goes the world, and nothing stops to see,
Why should I give any time to you?
You, any time to me?
I held onto a promise, true,
that ******* failed, fallen through.
Now however, it's safe to say this fickle heart is
Still.
That's when I see what secrets rose up brightly with the dawn
what called to me so desperately from sighing trees
Suddenly I'm a child lounging in the lawn
seeing what young Allie sees.
Allie's simply
Still.