In Three Months' Time
When morning comes and my slumber is ended, I will never think of you again.
With nights gone by and dreams left floating, you have been driven from my mind;
And I am glad you have left me to face the real world on my own now.
For dreaming of what can be and how life should be different lends me to insanity,
And insanity may be a friend to some, but it is my dearest enemy.
My wits must be kept for three months time as I try my patience mightily.
And when the three months are gone and the celebration ends, I can rest.
For the best will be there and the best will be to come, and in the best I will bask.
But my patience is tried, and trying leads to countless dying, I've died to many times to count.
So I deny my flesh and deny my soul, and fear a time when I have neither.
But for three months I will hold strong, no matter the opposition.
And in three months' time I will be a new man and nothing will be able to kill me further.
I was inspired on Monday, March 10, 2003
