On Days, Off Days

Beep, beep

Waking me from my sleep

Interrupting my dreams

The quiet, dewy dawn

Over before I can breathe it in

A bitter aroma, a warm wake up call

Indulgent and cold too soon

And burdensome tasks demanding attention

Well through the afternoon

Slowly, so slowly the clock passing time

When I’m away from you


Stretch, yawn

Without an alarm

Come a little closer

Taking our time and taking things slow

What will we do, who knows?

Whatever it is, whatever the day

September, January, June

At home, on the road, on a mountaintop

It will all be over soon

Always too fast and never enough

When I’m alone with you

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