eventide

these nights i say "go away!"
many times
to ghosts.
they annoy me, like gnats. so i
run as fast as i can
i turn my head hard to one side
can hardly wait for sleep.
to be gone. free.

what i really want is to be frozen.
to save me. so i will have me left
when i have again something real and substantial to do!
what i life for

but instead i squander them, minute by minute.
watching them slide away
counting them down

train hard
dont look back