I burn my fingers
Trying to sift
through the pages of calender
Days are collected into months
Months into years
glued together so hard
Trying to sift
through the pages of calender
Days are collected into months
Months into years
glued together so hard
I try and live one date
The day that carries a long tail
Consisting of yesterdays
jumps into an ocean
Turbulant with waves
Immersed in tomorrows
The table I sit upon
For that solitary supper
Of a lifetime
woven intricately out of moments
Lay in front of me
All four courses neatly arranged
Forks, knives and spoons
At their designated places
Napkins neatly folded
Dumbfounded I sit
With my back slouched
My elbows resting on the edge of this honorary table.
