Word Cloud

You are a tourist
Said somebody that I used to know
Working in a vacuum
Next to others locked in their individual spaces

All drinking cough syrup
Like it’s water to ease whatever needs easing
Watching clocks keep times like these
Moving in an even flow

So time moves forward
Sweeping static
Attitudes into an abyss
Of past memories that ask “how did we get here?”

The future is coming in hope driven word clouds

We’re renegades, ever ready to start
Making no excuses in crazy times like these

© Hilary Clark, 2/3/12