Random Thoughts of the Days Spent Between the Republic and Territory

The Tedious Days

They wander

While you wait

They rush by

And you stay

The days feel

Far too long

for anything

to matter more

One moment in the woods is long enough to make you scream

The world feels old and the tree roots wrestle underneath your feet 

You want it to be over, but you can't help but feel rushed by time

the waiting and the staying feels like you're still hurtling by

All the cold

All the dark

the beauty 

sees the spark

This old world

may see you

as the days

you pass through