Etched into the ageless texture of silver and stone
Cut into the thin edges of cloth and paper
As it is growing on you, it is growing on me
With time it will all come
just as the pink buds of the trees awaken on a cold spring day
so will you
and so will I
When it all becomes too much
we regretfully sleep away our lives
until all that’s left is a dreamy buzz of “used to”s

“I used to care”
          “I used to know”
                    “I used to love”

So stay awake and watch the sun rise
Let your instincts free and howl at the moon
Drive yourself to the fork in the road
Get out
and walk
You need no more than the eyes in your head
and the heart in your chest