luxdivon

she's made her valiant effort to escape.

to no avail.

she sits as clock times two tells her her time is up for today.

she'll just have to try again tommorow
and the next day
and the next day

for escaping the maze is not an easy task
she can write her lines, and hypothesize her rescue
she can wait for her prince charming

as hair number 25 turns grey
and the time tells her tommorow and yesterday
her time is up for today
she knows remorse, and think of recourse
as her body stays, and her mind strays
and her heart is frayed with the newness of soft-- dare she say teardrops glilstening something like sorrow flowing from the source.

breaths heavy
tread steady
anticipation ready for tommorow
as tommorow's forcast reads
'time is up for the day'

but i still didnt do anything i wanted today.
'im sorry to hear that dear, you'll get your chance'
'you waited too long, and made your choice'
'but i didnt mean to. and i didnt want to'
'i'm sorry to hear that dear, you'll have another chance tommorow' 'but today your time is up'
and with that she left, and went about her way.



p.s. i figure if i'm just going to sit here, and do nothing else. i might as well write.