| A year in a day. |
| I wake to the spring, watch summer fade to gray, |
| and sleep to the fall. |
| Two bumps on my spine. |
| I thought that I might grow wings and learn to fly, |
| but they didn’t sprout. |
| I wouldn’t know where to go if they did come out, |
| so maybe it’s just as well. Oh well. |
| There’s beauty I found, |
| just watching the light streak as you rush around |
| three hundred and sixty five times faster than |
| I can perceive. |
| It bends and it breaks into pieces, and through the cracks |
| I can decode meaningless sounds. |
| I’m holding myself to lower standards. |
| Nothing to expect now, I hope, I hope. |
| I’m living my life in gnat years. |
| I’m living my life in gnat years. |
| I made a boo coo buck getting loose with the juicer |
| as my orchid wife sits wilting softly on the sill. |
| My tiny brain’s wick’s thirst quenched by the wax |
| and my true love’s flicker’s getting brighter ever day. |
| I want to scratch out the message on your reading glass lens |
| but my time’s almost up and I don’t quite remember what it is. |
| A year in a day, a year in a day. |