|medicine|

...has to taste bad
in order to be effective.
air is fresher when it's raining.
milk is more expensive every time
I buy a new carton.
buses never seem to slow down
in that junction.
in moments slowly dragging by
when i'm trying to find my feet
so strongly rooted on this rock
i'm looking around
wondering why aren't you
still standing next to me
why don't i speak your language
why can't i just stay where you were
or are you ahead
i wish i could tell you all these
tales, mundane
make them technicolor
and get to know how you feel.
And yet I know, I know, I know.
You were an image in my Creator's mind
before I knew who you are,
and while we run to the horizon
the careless feeling,
there is nothing that can stop it.