Passing The Time
The wind whispers in his ear as he sat neth the tree
Alone and nowhere to go
He just listens as the wind tells him lies
His heart is alone
His mind nowhere to go
He just sits as the world glides by
His mind is a blank
His brain is a blur
He sits as nothing happens yet the world flies by
There is nothing he can say
Nothing he can do
He just sits and lets it go by
His world has stopped
His mind has paused as he just sits and stares
No where to hide
No where to run
Just a place to sit and stare
As he sits and waits for the end of day
R. Alford Stewart 2/11/2000
