myriad of secret thoughts

On any other day we’d be a river
White on the edges, and a shimmer
With gurgles and frolics
We’d run out of topics
And flow anyways, undeterred

On any other day we’d be together
Dancing and slightly less sober
Discuss the semantics
Ridicule their antics
Though now I suppose we can’t bother

On any other day it’d be just swell-er
Time would extend like a rubber
For now, it just ticks
Like mad, should be fixed ..
..But im sure it'll stand in the weather :)