Languid

by Laura

Time creeps by quick, then slow
Nowhere you have to go
Do what you will is all there is
But, when the structure is torn down
Where do you live?
In the place where you hide
In your calm disguise
In a joyful endeavour
Languidly watching the weather 
Do you cry when alone?
When love seems so far
Recent memories have a tone
But in their sound lives a scarÂ