Killing Time Cayce
alone.
even my thoughts are elsewhere.
drag me down, I’m drowning lazy.
unstuck in time like billy pilgrim
with the x-ray eyes of edgar cayce.
and I show what you know
and I feel what you mean
so just let it go.
I live and I grow older.
get weak as I grow stronger
and happiness, it seems to be
a different wind through familiar trees.
