Then, a year has passed
The phone rings everyday
But it’s not for me
Start before you’re ready
Wait until you’re wilting
Another round of stretches
At the starting line
But the horn doesn’t sound
(It may never)
(That’s the worst part)
May I look back on this and laugh
May I look back on this and see
Life unfolding in its own time
Most things unfold right on time
But I have disagreed with Time before
With Love,
Natalie