Do you have the time?
I cannot find mine any longer;
too many spilled seconds you see;
And the chronological thoughts of my being
are now but frozen particles in the wind,
dancing to and fro;
over the painted lines,
drifting over the concrete of the highway.
I lift my eyes up to heaven,
to see that Sol shines
above the darkness of the clouds.
[21:56|09.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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