Until then

I Stare at a clock with no hands.

The time ticks faster.


I Walk in shoes with no laces.

The feet move faster.


I Swim in a school with no fish.

The fins flap faster.


But In the case of a drought I wish you well.


Well in reality vanity is sanity.

Not to lose sight, she’s lost in sanity.


But I’m Torn between the two.


I am a thorn between the two.

That’ll break my spine into, another morning hue.


It’s time we realize.

Our eyes need to be above the mean.