You see, it's never a good time
--to ask for their hands to help you catch the slipping things inside you.
Is that why you read him poetry instead?
It is hard to tell if you have been whittled down
-- to what you do for people.
Is that why your humor is almost always settled in the shade (dressed accordingly of course)?
You see your hands
-- a failed utility.
Is that why you run?
And your heart
--Well at least you've tried, by now, to laugh louder than
the faulty ticking.
