the silent whisper that follows me
soaking up sun
like a sponge in a bowl full of spring punch.
I could never be
on a road all alone with the cares and concerns of your world haunting me
I will never be
never a slave to the time that it takes
I will not stare as the hands on my watch run from tick to tock
from birth to grave.
I will get there
on my own time
on my own ride
but never alone.