Follow Close Poem by C. Bake Baker

Time has no such place at all,
certain light just before the fall.
No one can ever get it right
and no such luck can never fight.

Someday comes only one day late,
pushing us to answer to our fate.
Others might seem to have it made
just to lose their souls inside the gray.

Pick a place to meet me near
I thought you wanted to have it here
Special nightmares grown inside
the man that I wish that I could hide

Can't complain about the shade
or the way you make me pay
and I'll worry about it every day
until you drown and fade away.

Take a breathe and try to live,
taking more than I could give.
Maybe you sould follow close
cause it's not easy to hate your love