i'm out of time
or so i say
and put it off
from this today
the thing can wait
i'll do it when
tomorrow comes
it's fine 'til then
the whisper soothes
the day flies by
full of stuff
i'd rather try
a day a year
it comes and goes
words unwritten
tv shows
i'm older now
the hair is grey
and still i say
maybe today
it's all i have
this here and now
to paint the sky
and change somehow
the page is blank
and so i stare
in hopes my thoughts
will find somewhere
but nothing comes
and so i sigh
tomorrow waits
until i die
