10/5/14 8:38pm – 10/13/14 9:32pm
the quicksand that is perfect timing
(afflicted with cold feet)
i think you know where i stand
it’s where you hoped we were going
it’s there you lead me by hand
to a line in quicksand floating
you drew it with your own hand
as to say lets swim or sink
and now that we seek dryland
you say lets stay and have a drink
i think i know where you stand
it’s where out of i’m climbing
you’re neck deep in the quicksand
holding your breath for perfect timing