Thursday, 22 November 2012

Before You Even Care



In the morning when the heat makes the frost rise as steam
I’m going to open that door and breathe in every last drop of freshness -
I’ve waited so long to exhale that all of it will taste that so much sweeter
In the morning I’m going to pick up the bag I packed tonight,
Walk out through the door and never look back
You had your chances, all of you, to make a difference,
But I can no longer stand the stale seedy smell of fear
In the morning, I’ll be so far down that long road before you even care.




bobby stevenson 2012

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