11:11 11/11/11

Five minutes ago it was 11:11

Eleven Eleven Twenty Ten.

And I didn't stop, I never stop.

I choose to lose a tick on a clock.

I didn't stop, I never stop,

I never pause to second guess.

Not till after, though shortly after,

When I fall alongside the rest.

It's been hard to tell me it's not so bad

Or to tell you that nor am I.

Without tidal breeze or shifting sees,

To coax me from where I lie.

The thought that maybe, just maybe,

In one year's time, next fall.

You'd kiss my cheek and call me shady

And that's why I get up at all.

I want patience, peace, or melanine,

Or whatever, strength, hope or gall.

11:11 11/11/11

That's why I wake up at all.

Five minutes ago it was 11:11

Eleven Eleven Twenty Ten.

And I didn't stop, I will not stop

I rightly disposed of that tick and will do so this tock.