Wax Poetic

Time

Wax Poetic


And as soon as I learned to tell time 
I no longer listened 
I was born at twelve thirty in the morning 
By one AM I was certain I would no longer remember my past 
By one forty I had forgotten my name 
By two twelve the ancients had bid me farewell 
By two thirty I had swallowed a foreign brand 
By two forty I had begun to hallucinate 
It's all coming back to me 
It's all coming back to me 

I met my parents' spirit guides at four thirty 
It was they who told me of the sun 
It was not what I expected 
It only seemed to hint at light 

By six seventeen I had decided what I wanted to be 
By six eighteen I discovered my shell 
At six nineteen I began the process of dying 
At seven o'clock I made an attempt to be perfectly still 
And jumped 
When I felt my soul fidget 
I jumped 
When I felt my soul fidget 

At the moment I learned to tell time 
I no longer listened 
When I began to tell time I began to no longer listen