I drank the afternoon

Thinking it would help me…

It just took the time from under my years

But it didn’t subtract – that’s the problem with time

It keeps adding…

So the afternoon was gone and now I have to prepare for the night

The night is so mysterious

So secretive – shadows to follow

Eventually I’ll catch the shadow – or it will catch up with me

And we’ll waltz against the walls

And celebrate the morning to come

And laugh at the time we spent

Trying to drink the afternoons

Until one of us surrender to the light

And fades – or dies…

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