Drops

Is a hundred thousand drops of ink

what it takes to make you think

of all the times I was alert

when you had your face down in the dirt ?

I try so hard to get us up

as you take a sip from your luke warm cup

You take so long to see the light

I worry about you through the night.

Life could be so very simple

if you loved me only for my dimples

but you turn me this way that way

run so fast, don’t want you to stay

Sky has turned from blue to grey to black

I wonder what it is I lack

or do I have it in my hand

opportunity like life slips through my hand.

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