My patience began at a
snail’s pace
On a peaceful wish that’s
true
To rush you in a time of
need
I would never do that to you
The heaviness of things push
their weight
And the beatings hit you
through
To force you to face my way
I would never do that to you
Betrayal your reward when
the job is done
With the pain that snaps you
in two
Ridicule and blame to judge
your ways
I would never do that to you
Trapped and sinking in a
normal oblivion
Yet acting like it’s
something new
Let me make the days fresh
and alive
I will promise to do that
for you
-Copyright ã2000 K. Monge’