Fusion

Tick, tick, the clock whispers another hour,
Time crawls by, falling petals of a flower.
Waiting patiently with chin in hand,
Tapping your foot on the fertile land.
With nay to do, and motivation none,
You wonder what denies you fun.
Busy as can be, everyone around,
I stop and take your hand, pull you up off the ground.
Awe in the feeling of bliss,
The life you would have missed.
Together we are one,
Apart we are none.



   -Devin Gaughan