(The days rush past me
Cars
That people rush past in
As though they're late.
It's never too late.
Half past ten
Hurry up then
And ignore the comets
Coming to crash upon the earth.
Speed away into the twilight
And they won't see you
Again
We've lost our purpose.
It must have past too fast.)
Birds falling to the ground
All wanderers
Now grounded like us.
They can sing.
They'll sing for us.
