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How I Used to Count


The buildings flash by, swallowed in the sun. I reach out one last time Searching For things gone by, and things to come. I yearn for a place to land But the buildings continue to slip on by. One, two, three, four, five, I used to count Years left, days marked. One, two, three, four, five, Oh how I used to count. A once seeming eternity flew when I blinked. I continue to watch the cityscape fade. How fast one had come. How fast life had changed.
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