"It’s not the load that breaks you down, it’s the way you carry it."
Tic tock
I dusted the sand off my shoes
I shook it out my hair
I gathered up every last grain and
Put them back in the hourglass
For one more minute with youI glued the short hand to three o’ clock
And silenced grandfather’s chimes
I drowned those wretched ticking things
And wrung that cuckoo’s neck
For one more hour with youI drew the blinds against the rising sun
And poked stars into dawn’s red sky
I blindfolded all the roosters
And bolted the bedroom door
For one more night with you
