Treasure Island

Mathieu Hotte


Live With Agreements


Today, the hours will watch
the minutes play tic,
and the seconds play toc.

Today, patience will dance,
with good intention
to a song with end.

Today, morals will sit up straight,
center their reasons
to impress our thinking.

Today, depression will walk in public,
pickpocket innocence,
side step question.

Today, regret will plant reminders,
water adolescent fear,
sprout anger.

Tonight, I will sleep with tic and toc,
let patience rest, and morals talk.

Tonight depression will be generous,
tomorrow, Ill ask for lenience.

Live with agreements.

Submitted: Friday, January 14, 2005

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