eternity

i got tired of waiting for something to happen so
i ran away with the circus
because an eternity had passed before my eyes.

people living desperate lives
so sure that theirs is the only suffering
from their hands to their mouths to god'’s ear
no one ever seems to be listening
and a life is whitewashed
and then hung out to dry
the volume so low no one hears it over the low buzz of what is to come

and what is to come?

just another beautiful lie
that will come and go
and no matter how hard we hold on
it will slip through the palm of our hand

who was the fat girl, whispering here i am?
to my singing fingers it was the saddest sound they have ever heard
waiting to hold you, to love you
was all that she could whisper

the ballad of the thin pretty girl
who just doesn'’t know how to love
such a tired old song
that is forever being played on the jukebox
in the corner diner at the intersection of central and main