GRASS TIDES Time passed out on the floor And the past runs out the door Future shouts for no more And yet that's what tore The pages from the book I dare you to go look I'm not sure what you took I dare you to go and look I dare say you'll find Something not so kind As the way you saw the bind Rewind, rewind, rewind I should say the flame is brighter But the room hasn't gotten lighter "I'm a fighter" That's what they all say I know of a day When grass will Rain from the sky
I'm actually pretty proud of this poem. It makes sense to me, but I don't think it would to anyone else. This is a proven fact. The picture isn't mine. Dedicated to all the late nights I've spent wondering you always help me think.
