Doing The Time

As I sit here slowly doing the passing of time,

I know that sour grapes make only bad wine,

As I sit here blindly searching for a missing key,

I know my freedom will be costly and not for free.

As I sit here trying to recall the faces and names,

I know it leaves me covered in a dark shame,

As I sit here trying only to beat it all down,

I know my face remains twisted in a big frown.

As I sit here dreaming of a road that does not bend,

I know finding one that’s straight might just never end,

As I sit here recalling the things that have moved on past,

I know a cloudless sky will allow a shadow to be cast.

As I sit here gathering the minutes turned to hours,

I know a single lost soul has been totally devoured,

As I sit here with a hurt that refuses to cry,

I know there’s no single answer as to why.