"Living On Borrowed Time"
Am I living on borrowed time?
It appears not.
The world lives on stolen time.
Is life in a rush to get done with?
A rush or a slow motion's picture.
Dreaming in color inside Van Gogh paintings.
Wandering into a heavy Tolstoy novel.
I live forever in poet's utopia.
Want to stay in never, never land.
I don't live in a city or the country.
Live in the suburbs.
Where the town folk have bigger mouths then their elephant ears can hear.
All, in a rush of precious seconds to go nowhere.
The grass seems greener there.
Cusses, I dare swear, into the deaf air.
What is fair, is fair.
Although, I'd like to get away from there.
I'm here to stay for another day.
Jon Billet
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