Spilling Toward September

The sun always sets far earlier than you want it to

The late light hides a cold truth

A paraphrased family of ill chosen words

Huddled for warmth just behind my teeth

In the dark spaces where they reside

Waiting like dancers in the wings

Watching for their cue

Some days seem to drag on forever

Sometimes a bad week seems like an eternity

But as sure as the stars in the sky I promise you

That they will all come to an end eventually

And when the time comes

Will you look back and be satisfied with how you spent it?

I find solace in the words of well meaning fiends

Which may very well include myself

The safeties and hazards of leading me astray

Far outweigh the less than benign ignorance of a world gone mad

But I will start this all again

Until it burns to breathe

Until my lungs collapse

I will be right here

Quietly laughing to myself

Pretending it's all going to be okay