The ground likes to shift
When you are standing still
You will swear you never moved.
And you will watch the acid drips
of time burn through your lips—through
your promises—it all seems to melt away
When there is not enough time in a day.
Throw away the pieces of this
world you wanted to see
and
watch the concrete crack neath your feet
Step lightly, lest you fall into the deep end
and lose your little kid dreams.
The minutes have slipped through the tips of your fingers
The echoes of desire lingers—in the quiet spaces
between each second—and you wonder how
you missed all the pretty things.