Behind Us

Wanting much more, but I can’t find the time.
Wanting to write, but I can’t find a rhyme.
We’re wondering over the world we can see.
Behind us we miss so much opportunity.

Chocolate cake, crystals, and flowers that bloom.
I broke my old Ipod; never had a Zune.
These pictures we paint are beginning to dry.
I try not to cry.
I don’t want to die.

Brown paper packages, loose without string;
Losing the will to keep my favourite things.

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