the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

You're Going Slow

One foot drags past another,
I pull myself through water
That won't give back my reflection.
I never had an indication
To the turbulent nature of change,
But dropping coins into a fountain
Never made the bottom any clearer,
It never gave me a new name.
But when the penny hits the bottom
With its intrinsic value facing up,
We'll call each other lucky
And then we'll pick it right back up.

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