It's About Time

With no reason or ryme - It's About Time

I've gone from hiding and abiding by the lightning and the pretty lighting but all that it's striving to achieve is more and more hope that No one will believe.

Believe in me believe in the thoughts or the breeze through the leaves as we sneeze from our seasonal allergies
Ready to take the leap into a whole new season of exciting reasons to cope.

But no one has ever hoped as much as I -
Truly a trope - Just Like Romeo and Juliet wanting to elope but only knowing nothing but dying flight as their words were cut short with something so simple as a double edged knife.

Now on this night I've decided
It's about god damn time I get excited and elated to be in a place that I've never truly hated
A place where I am the only one who's ever known what's been curated

A hop skip and a jump away I'm so close to being able to say

It's About Time

And again I say with no reason or ryme, it just feels as though now is the perfect time -
To find the perfect drug -
Or ceiling over the perfect rug -
Or perhaps a cliff so wonderfully snug on top of a mountain so giant and beautiful, or maybe the top of a building would be just as fruitful.

And no matter the way I say good day I will be the one to say that it's about fuckin time and with no reason or ryme I shall say good fuckin night as my soul prances away with those who lose their good fight, who lost that light

And excuse me but not for my French as my thoughts at the moment are quite hot but not quite as taught as the tightrope that I walk wondering if I can even talk.

Well tonight it's just a normal night, nothing out of sight not a pebble or rock, but tonight is the night that it's about time to snuff out that light and kick the bucket - my soul is tired and ready to lug itself onto the tallest shelf -
In an ern so beautiful and swell that all who pass it don't even notice it sitting there
On that shelf


© M.D.V.G