The calendar on the wall
is running out of days.
The song on the radio
is on the last few notes.
The clock above my door
doesn’t have any time left.
Where can we get

(more) and more.
I can’t take all the noise
can’t we sit in silence for
just one day?
Where is that remote
so I can pause

(life) doesn’t stop for the
weak, only the laughs.
It doesn’t halt for
me or you or she or him.
But still, we’re all begging
for some

(mercy)?