when you live...
when you live
by the sun
no change needed
a tip
built in
no exchange
to transpire
it is just
an hour
if you miss
your flight
your fault
all the way
fool
everything else
can wait
important things
happen
regardless
both good
and bad
the latter
usually
in the dead
of night
after two
before
the light
rises
as peaceful
as any graveyard
quiet
a golf course
in rain
a calm
speechless moments
you can
listen
to the lights
change
distant wheels
rarely
even a bark
from beyond
that travels
the empty
darkness
big sounds
much greater
yet
disappear
as the ear
tries hard
to understand
the destruction
the mayhem
the murder
the breaking
glass unseen
as the tree
falls
in the forest
goes unnoticed
until
the stir
awakens
when
you live
by the sun
