You used to walk in the night down the darkest of alleys

you used to save the darkest days

you used to open up your eyes...

... and see the end of your ways


Now the clock has started

Every second of every minute...

of every hour of everyday...

and the years they pass

and the days have that lingering haze

we all become the blue line

there is yet, not enough time...

where are you now?

I'm sitting a stone throw from the shore

I am sure

because you are wary

of what there is to come

yet not of the things that cannot be undone.