Maylee Bossy (17/02/95)

Every day ends
In many ways
Entirely the same

The clock ticks quietly
Rhythmically marking
Each passing moment

My heart pounds
To the same beat
Without reluctance

My chest rises and falls
Somehow producing
Clouds of breath
In morning air

The earth spins
And gravity always happens
To pull us back to it

There are some things
We can never change