I'm staring at the wall Thoughts dried up like desert sand I fall Time means nothing anymore The clocks have simply stopped I drop Curious child, shallow mind When will we meet again? And will we still be friends? Check the footprints in the sand It all got out of hand Now you say it's not yourself You just turned to someone else You are laughing And you're kissing me goodbye Tousled playmates on the shelf You keep shouting 'Rome's on fire' Indifferent But now and then You panic for a while _________________________________ By Dickinson