Daniel Fitzgerald

045

Daniel Fitzgerald

045

They tell me this may be art
Like their decision will sway what I think
Investing the hours and days
Books and napkins and reliving
The worst and best moments
Grinding them down until nothing
But a feeling that you can describe

They tell me we have nothing but time
Acid trips and tree trunks
Told me years ago that time wasn’t real
Push back and feel death creeping up
Not today and not now but when
We decide that this isn’t urgent
That’s when they’ll tell me

They tell me this may be love
We’re safe and in due time we’ll be free
A struggle and fight to exist
I’ll listen as you tell me of love
Finally someone talking sense
Even if it’s just via a telephone
While laying next to someone else

I’d stay up until morning with you
Fuck them and what they’ll say
We have things to do like
Discovering what you taste like
And moments to have and trees to climb
I’d tell them of a happy ending
But we haven’t taken the time to write it yet