The count is down
and so is the frown
what was meant to be done rare
is now all brown
it happened to soon
it happened to fast
wish it weren't a dream
wish it were to last
mulling over the thought
wonder if it were meant to be
it was staring in the eye
and yet I did not see
on one side is a scissor
on the other is a cliff
the honey was always there
I just never had the whiff
-Max
