Having to wait for the
future
It is the pill to swallow
unsure
The illness to be deadly
Musical or heavenly
Or an opening for the days
I’ll be free―not frail
Not brainwashed by the
media.
Having to lie here in the
shade
I see most, if not all,
The slow passing of time
Hear songs from my agonized
soul
When the night is deeper
To test the depth with all
three legs
