Wonderland.

we'll sit here waiting
for the lights to flash one last time
arranging themselves
into something of a doorway
or perhaps they are only windows
but we'll press our cheeks together
and our noses against the glass
waiting for this moment
when the future flashes free
and we can make believe that we
like the young ones
playing with smoke
making worlds out of dust
and small round pebbles
can see the future
can see that its a busy place
with many things to do and to say
and we lean back and laugh together
about how strange that place is
how foreign
to us
who live in this quiet world
of you and i
and sometimes space in between
thats all there is
all there ever will be
but sometimes we play a game
pressing our noses against this clock
watching time fly by
looking into that strange world so far from us
where people rush and scurry

then we laugh
and carry on living
while they worry
and carry on breathing