505 (10.11.2015)

I watch in terror as the days unfold,
I try hard to let things play as they will,
But nothing seems to do what it's been told,
And every little difference makes me ill.
There's nothing left when I fall fast asleep,
I close my eyes and this world slips to dreams
There's nothing left of it I'd wish to keep
And all I touch is other than it seems.
We slip around the sun and morning comes,
Then fast as ice it's gone and night is here,
And all of us with our opposing thumbs
Can never know when we will disappear.
The days they spin in circles round the sun,
And light and shadows dance on everyone.

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