It takes time to live life
To reclaim it and make it last
All the hours we give up
For what we loved and what is gone
It’s fast, but the building is slow
Kaleidoscopic shadows attached to
Pictures in our house hanging
From the walls of our hearts
The bell tower echoes
A lighthouse beam shines
White sand trickles
In the back of our minds, a clock
Ticking away like our youth
Counting cactus needles
Be an atlas detective
All the hidden parts
Yet to be discovered or
Uncovered anything
Underneath our skin
Ready to soar like a dove
© GÄ