Gray Line

The line that is bold and gray
Speaks its words, gritting teeth
Creating warmth within the vessel
And miserable chills for those who look

And if you try to wind the clock
Turn the hand once over
All the smiles of your life
Will vanish away like charcoal feathers

And join the sky whose clouds don’t judge
And the memories cherished
By your loved ones will simply
Blow away like words forgotten

Like an ant in an anthill
And like the scrape on a girl’s leg
When she’s asked in twenty years time
She’ll chuckle and say “Hah, I can’t remember.”

Your smile that once dotted the map
Is a smile that they’ll never care
Except to your own invisible existence
Erased away in your silly life