I'm measuring minutes to see how far they'll go,
trying to stretch them out before I'm stretched
out with nowhere to go.

happy thoughts for a Wednesday?
but at this time I always think of that time
and that time will one day be this time.

My dream is becoming a waking one,
moving on seeing the ones who have gone,
all silent ones, flickering images on silvered glass.

Enough he cries, where's the coffee?
another drug to start the day
I pray that's all I'll take.