wrote too many letters that
never got read
I spoke too many words
that never were heard
waiting on some
that never were said
cried too many times
and never shed a tear
once was young enough
to not know better
now old enough to know a lot
I once had a toy
I wanted no one to touch
it sits in a garage covered in dust
I find all the flowers I picked
have died every time I revisit
the past I wonder why
beautiful things don't last
I ask these things inquisitive
like a curious child
I know the answers
going to take awhile
time matters
for the duration
it's the only thing that counts