Wednesday, August 27, 2003

The Good Ole Days

She brushes her dark hair

Midday shadows on the wall

Will the wait never end?

Doesn't know what she wants yet

But won't stop till she gets it

Tired of thinking

Can't decide what to do next

Outside the window

Things are going on

Don't understand most of it

What's it got to do with me?

Muggy day is uncomfortable

Would sleep but not tired

He thinks about her sometimes

Never solving the mystery

But now the mind is rested again

So it's off to another adventure

Surely she's fine, just as she is