Here To That

Dripping candle, birthday cake
Sitting through a baseball game
Television, brand new car
Foreign places, near and far

Waning moonlight, crescent shade
Wonder where I went today
Waxy backs and comfy sheets
A point where all the centers meet

Maybe it’s time
Maybe it’s always been time
Around the clock like rock on the wheel

Stretching paws, right-turn left
Questioning if now is yet
Dusty roads and pleasant naps
Wandering from here to that

Fading beaches, rising tides
Watching sunset flag a ride
Waking up from a backseat dream
Realizing what something means