Sunday, January 11, 2015

Running in place

It's nice hearing the rain
Outside the window 
There is an entire world out there 
Somewhere someone has died 
There has been a crash 
Someone has just started to cry 
But now, in this moment, something about the sound of the rain and the warmth of this blanket has stopped it all 

I want the rain to keep falling
I want it to do all of the falling for me 
as if it will save me from ever having to do so again 
I want time to stand still 

For tomorrow to become only a faint idea an idea being washed away down some rusted pipe line 

And for time to slow down 
I want it all still