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Late
The clock reads 6:14 am.
You're late.
I'm doing 80 on the freeway
But you're late.
Guess this means summers dead.
You're still asleep in your bed.
Hidden behind the hills.
I can see your glow.
But you're late.
Soon we'll be seeing snow.
I'm not ready though.
Why do the seasons have to change?
Leaves soon fall, ain't it strange.
I'll still be here, though I'm changing too.
But, it all started this morning when the sky stayed blue.
Late As A Theme
I just finished Alice recently, "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" - the white rabbit :D