Tick, tock,

No waves

But I’m drowning in the commonplace

As minute moves to hour, hour to day,

Day to month, month to year

And still I wait

For what?

A prince?

No, that passed with the second hand.

I’d settle for a stable boy

As golden plates pass by

I eat off of clay

And wonder wonder wonder

When perfect and mundane became synonyms,

When my world changed its orbit

From one sun to another

And why this dimmer light looks so much brighter.