So Right

Why do I grow old
yet the time doesnt pass me by?
and why can't I just die?
and as my problems seem to fight
the very thing I want
more than anything tonight,
to hold you here with me
so tight

Why am I so cold
yet the snow never falls from the sky?
but as my heart turns dry,
the unique shapes they come in sight
and as they shine to give
the darkest night new light,
I wonder how this could be
so right

November 28th, 2006 (c) Timothy Joel Watkins