the morning sun changes colour
When it's time to say its over
the lake ripples move and shiver
When it's time to make decisions
avoid cutting deep incisions
when it's time to say goodbye
tears run down wept from each eye
you think it's time when it's not
you think of speaking before it gets hot
you take your time and wait for a sign
but you feel oblique and wake up during sleep
when it's time to take a lover
work so hard to be the other
when its time to be asleep
you fall into drifts of snow
nowhere to keep your words
nowhere to go
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