XV

15 minutes in time
Three hundred breathes

If that was all there was
What would you do

Would you make a list
Think about the simple things

The things that were missed
Two hundred and fifty breathes

Call mom and dad
Just sit and wonder why

Wish for perfection
Know the unattainable

A number counting down
Like the percentage it’s going to rain

Two hundred remaining what to do
Look at a list of regrets

Like rain drops in the sun
Call the people that are important

The ones that touched a part deep inside
You would make that list

But would you understand
A call to say hi but not good bye

A hundred and fifty
Just thinking we all breathe

at the same rate in the end
breathing as one in silence

fifteen minutes in time
every one has their fame

some only appear with distain
yesterdays memories fleeting

seventy percent rain
some only see the rain

others see there is a thirty percent chance of sunshine
looking at yesterdays and tomorrows

quashed between the endings of today
a hundred remaining

ten more hellos to go
saving the first for last

two no answers
three message managers

two others really to engrossed to chat
one moved with no forwarding number

only one more to try
smiling at the silence

you made my list
many never would

some would be surprised
some would wonder why

we all breathe the some air
we all breathe in unison

all with the same heart
a voice on the air

hello who is this
the past blending into the future