Days Go By


United States
40° 48' 0.7272" N, 122° 10' 45.4548" W

Days go by and still I think
Of where I’ll go and what I’ll be
My heart screams when is it my turn to reach the key?!

Trails of whispers fall beneath
Those tumbling leaves of crisper;
I witness and devour
Just as time freezes to the hour

Hope cannot reign below
As new leaves begin to grow
A miracle alas! Again, time took control

Days go by but I no longer have to think
Of where I’ll go and what I’ll be
Because the answer was given
Within just a blink


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