Hours
Sofie Winterson
taking in the view
memories warp my mind
when I first saw that blue
almost transparent light
I was teen
new to the southern skies
and they sank so deep
I couldn't yet speak my mind
how do we spend those useless hours
counting twenty four in a day
We have pretended they were ours
wait until we'll be
above the sea of clouds
when my thoughts can run free
far away from the crowds
how do we spend those useless hours
counting twenty-four in a day
We have pretended they were ours
I think it over
like no other
these days make me feel
like there is never nothing
but I am always on time