Days begin to slow waste away

Waiting for more time

More time that’s bound to decay

And then there’ll be less to find

I think back to the times I once had

Though they felt long ago

Those times made me quite glad

Now they just sadden, proving I’m alone

Preschool felt like ions looking back

People then pushing me to take new steps

Now we’re horrid and walking a black cat

Our pockets won’t stop buzzing

Of people with names nailed to contracts

We wish we could just throw them out

But they’ll just keep buzzing

I’m tired, I’m homesick, I’m dying for love

I’ve bet I’ve waited far too long

There’ll never be a truth-speaking dove

Just the clouding ringing of a gong