The Best Years of Our Lives

Shredded Contents in a Small White Package

February 5, 2010

I want your time. I want that space between days. I want that possibility.
You know who you are. You spend it carelessly.
You throw it away.
I wish I could dive in and grab it before it smashes on the floor.

I want your day. I want that morning that night. I want that frivolity.
You know where you are. You spend it recklessly.
You let it turn stale.
I wish I could dive in and grab it before it turns to bitter crumbs.

I want your simplicity. I want that empty headedness. I want that calm.
You know what you are. You spend it mindlessly.
You rub it in our faces.
I wish I could dive in and grab it before it turns to dust in your hands.

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