Going To Do

There are roads

Dusty and dire

The heat is on

When you perspire

Meanings cost

Misconstrued

Time slows

You have snoozed

All eyes turn to me

Quietly urging me

Their coldness turns me blue

Here I am waiting

For you

Come on

Let's go

What are we going to do?

Thoughts are lost

Jumbled up

You watched Rome burn

And you were gone

There is no time

To explain

Memory loss

Is not a game

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by Bill Ferguson

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