Stopped all the Clocks.

Hiding within a joke, never
Holding the audacity to
Step beyond, the floor feels
Too fragile.

It\'s certain the sallow carpet hides
Potholes and hollows. The dirt still
Stains the conversation, slightly,
Tiny specs so clearly pronounced.

We know.

The world will soon catch up. Soon
Swallow today and spit out a
Mushy recollection.

We know,
But don\'t care.

Not today.

Not today.