"the days go by," she said
"then zoom, zoom, zoom
time doesn't wait for fears to subside."

"we waste our words," she said
"until they're barely heard
complain of things we've yet to gain
or a delay on the plane
or being caught in the rain"

"but now," she said, "just rest your weary head
when you're my age, you might just love this place."

"we can't wait to grow," she said
"until we look too old
conceal these beautiful lines of age.

we set our sights on
new dreams to buy
souvenirs seem more important
than the ride."

she said, "you silly thing, you create your suffering!
when you're like me, you will gasp at how
beautiful the world can be.
how beautiful the world can be.
how beautiful the world can be."

© 2008 - Lynn O'Brien