Can't count on diamonds to show

themselves-

Can't count on the ancient ways,

& you can't count

on it

to be raining when

you really need it.

You can't count on everyone to

stay.



You can't count on Christmas forever.

You can't count the hundreds

of

lights.



Similar

in which

I imagine you

&

I know

that maybe

you're right.



I count too much

I'm covered in rust.

But,

all apart from

fading to dust-



this

must

be

the next big thing.

This must be falling in lust.