24 hours, everyday.
never enough though.
school, home, mother, me.
nothing short of someone else’s full.
100 contacts, 70 followers, 200 friends. but,
don’t wish for quiet she says, you may just get it.
when does the ship come in? is he ever coming home?
becomes harder to hold the world on that dollar store shelf with only tacks in the wall.
fall, oh no no no. nothing here is made to fall, except well
why did you not prepare me for this, for this heavy heavy world to which this shelf holds
because my arms are to big to hold it.
all i want is some one to care about me about this shelf
sure the bank will give you the loan, but will they help you with the key?
nothing but 24 hours in this day.
passing a field where children play and wondering
will they ever have that or is it always a box with nothing in it.
sit down, come on, hurry up
so then they do and then they are the ones
holding the shelf with those little tacks.
my hand is raised, i need help i say
may hand is waving, question…
oh sorry we are out of time, tomorrow then?