What Was All The Hurry For

Just a little longer…
Just a little more…
Out past where the streetlights end,
No smile to wear, no back to bend
Birch bark pale against the night,
Black bog water catching light
Pine needles caught inside a sleeve,
No need to ask permission to breathe
Ohhh, what was all the hurry for?
A little longer… a little more
Let the whole world carry on