numbered

sometimes a wall is just a wall 

I stand against it feeling small 

maybe it's there to serve and protect 

from the depths of a deeper fall 

would I want it all to change?

that thought is foreign and strange 

I would do it in a flash

all it means is changing lanes

can't hang on to a shooting star 

when it is too far off to call

there's less twinkle in my twilight 

you're better off there where you are 

these days, numbered, growing tall

no one gets to me at all 

you are not the reason there're gone 

that' is just the way they are

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License