Friday, March 09, 2007

Dying Breaths

Something I wrote* last semester and finished tonight...

It all comes down to numbers
A life in the balance
Sustained by the hands of man
[Or is it?]

What number must approach
Before we can decide
Is it about what he can take
Or we ourselves can bear?

Could we ever be convinced
That a number will suffice
As reason enough to let him go
Something happens deep inside
That makes us now believe

It’s time

Time is more than numbers
It’s defined us all along

It’s time

Parting ways is such sweet sorrow
We’ll find a reason to hold on

It’s time

Nothing we do can stop the tide
From this day forward, we change

It’s time

*disclaimer: in case you're wondering, it's one of those "not exactly from personal experience" pieces...


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