The School of Redundancy School

“I wonder what time it is?”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Light.”

I wonder what time it is, I do
It feels like almost Four;
I wonder what kind of a day I’ll see
If it will be pleasant or misery
Dialed back or merely more

I guess I can look at the clock, I can
And it’s Three Fifty-three;
But there’s nothing here that can tell me how
The day will go later, or even now
As far as I can see

Awake. So I gather I might as well rise
And work out like I should:
When I was asleep I was full of dreams
And thought maybe all was not quite as it seems
But all that’s gone for good

Every day’s pretty much always the same
My first thought is like my last:
That life’s what it is, what it’s always been
That what is today’s pretty much like back then
The future is just
The past

Fortune’s Desertion

Nothing hurts quite like…

Nothing hurts quite like losing
What we never deserved in the first place

Fortune had been my companion for years
Bringing me what I never even hoped to have

What is granted us in this life, however,
We wind up taking for granted

Until it’s gone

Exactly when Fortune left, I’m not sure
She did leave a few visible reminders
That she once walked along side me

But there is no sign
She’ll ever be back

At least

Not wearing the same clothes

Admiration

I often miss what’s going on around me
I’m known to wander, lost in my own head;
The things I see are less than those I don’t see
And most of what I see is straight ahead

That is, until the day that you walked in here
And I admired you right from the start;
A feast for starving eyes that somehow knew you
The beat that had been missing from my heart

But still, how could I help it: you were gorgeous
And I thought I’d admire you hopelessly:
Until the day I turned in your direction
And found that I’d caught you
Admiring me

You Loved Me

You think I couldn’t tell?

The vision that you left me
Stayed with me through the day:
I knew then that you loved me
But had to walk away

You think I couldn’t tell how
You felt about me then?
You really think I didn’t know
How lovesick you had been?

A man can be a daft thing
A being, unaware —
But I’d have been both blind and deaf
To think you didn’t care

You barely even knew me
You just thought that you did;
A secret that you carried
Kept underneath a lid

But I could feel your longing,
What you’d anticipate:
I knew I had to end it
Before it was too late

The vision that you left me
Stayed with me through the night:
I didn’t want to hurt you
But this
Would not be
Right