Fledglings
it is you?
or is it me?
does time go too quickly?
i know the clock at work
and its display
i know its every kink
every piece of plastic
every part of where it goes wrong
after all, i have spent my days
staring at it for too long
wishing the time would be gone
is it you?
or is it me?
perched like fledglings
on the edge of sanity
i cannot fly,
but i will watch the shallow pass by
maybe if you were my fledgling
we could learn to fly together
perched on the edge of sanity
waiting for the right weather
There’s more at,
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – Saturday 24th March 2001
Fledglings – Saturday 24th March 2001
