Last Poem

You thought I’d stand still while your movement caught my wind. See now, my wind’s left you in your dust.

I’m not waiting for your ensemble to carry thru

and say good night‘cause it’s morning for me and this is my day.

I’m picking up speed and moving faster than you ever imagined.

So you realize I’m more independent than ever. Clouds are the only friends that don’t fry you.

So your eyes grow weary, but don’t come running back ‘cause night has ended.

Night brings itself to day in my life, so you

might as well settle in the dark. I’m the only

light here and you’ve walked away from it.


			Last Poem You thought I’d stand still while your movement caught my wind. See now, my wind’s left you in your dust. I’m not waiting for your ensemble to carry thru and say good night‘cause it’s morning for me and this is my day. I’m picking up speed and moving faster than you ever imagined. So you realize I’m more independent than ever. Clouds are the only friends that don’t fry you. So your eyes grow weary, but don’t come running back ‘cause night has ended. Night brings itself to day in my life, so you might as well settle in the dark. I’m the only light here and you’ve walked away from it.