Eastern Standard - Insight
Posted May 29, 2006
Who told you where I was?
I can't even trust myself
so who would I tell?
I look in the mirror
I thought to myself, maybe i gave it away
but there's no time for self doubt
the irony is, I have all the time in the world
So where does that leave us?
yes, I would say back to the beginning
but I always think to myself, what if Im
a kiss away, you breathe and Im finished
so hush down and listen to this story
exhale, I'm about to tell
Once upon a time, did time really matter?
the only kind of repetition in my life that didn't
involve numbers,
letters, or dates
was my own clock, oh i count the days
but time zones didn't care if we were on the same page
each movement of my hand, kept track of every flinch
you spin my second hand for minutes at a time
hoping that at some point Ill unwind
it's not that easy, not easy at all
to toy with such resilience
you insist that I take my batteries out
what do you call this?
a new weakness?
No, a daylight savings time,
Ill never hear about.
- Brett Featherman -
