Lifeless Poem by Kale Beaudry

The silent locamotive stretches across the horizon, stars following in its tracks;
Moon and sun colliding for twins to make liquid night drip like wax,
A simple 'where are you' or 'hoonab koo' and a tap on the tapping glass
makes life so ever smaller with each moment that it passed.

In heaven's green gables lies a winner in the stacks, plans forever dashed;
And inside the head of misery fastened faster than the smashed,
Never too late to never say 'wait' with a tap on the tapping glass,
makes life so ever lifeless with each moment that it passed.

The stoned children in the streets wonder how the high is going to last;
A silhouette in softened shadows whom is counting up his cash,
What seperates man from child or a lion in the wild - the tapping glass
makes life so ever priceless with each moment that we grasp.