That Day

 

Take this idea

and give it away.

Send it out to sea.

There are no ideas

I want to be.

 

Take this “because”

and chop it up

scatter it without reason onto a wave.

There is no way

I will in any way behave.

 

Take this kiss

and throw it away

into the gleaming gutter.

There is only this only

I can at last mutter.

 

Take this plan

tear it, tear it up.

Everything’s broke, of decay.

There is no future

except waiting on that day.

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