Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Cheerfully Behind

You're an intoxicant, I'm startled to find.
You drive all pretense of rational thought from my mind.
You drive man from schedule and meter from rhyme.
How to explain your effect on the passage of time?
If I can't both stay with you and fulfill these plans of mine
Then I'll stay with you and fall cheerfully behind.

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