When the grey light meets the misted morning
and the birds stay in their nests
another sleepy eyed day is dawning,
what it brings is anybody's guess
What else is there left to say?
You can only watch as the day plays out,
you can't rail and you can't shout
only stand to one side and watch it open...
When the moment's lost in wonder
as the bell tolls for no one
hear it chime in the far off distance
like the slow rising of the sun
Nothing comes to those who wait
a second lost might be too late
What other thing have you upon your slate
that won't stand to wait in line?
As the meaning dawns upon you
how will you take the lesson learned
when the realization strikes you
that the worm has finally turn?
There are few things lost forever
so many things do come around
Unearth you past and find the hidden treasure
and the truths that you have found...
02-11-12
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