Am I to be impressed by words of busy time away?
Hours spent soul searching here, whilst you run and play.

Its not to say you're never busy working to the bone,
Yet, it seems your not as counted for time you have alone.

So show me now with actions bright, a sunset oh to share.
But another now to watch it with, because your never there.

Working hard you tell me so... I feel the weight you bare.
Lax' you are, yet when I call, another lie I'm made aware.

Its time you could have spent with me, but chose to do the other.
You think that I can't see the truth, my heart is torn asunder.

The time you spend in countless measure never seeing me.
Is costing us more everyday, and soon I hope you see.

So show me now this hourly rate of timeless escapade.
Of words to spend up lofting high are all you ever say.

Copyright ©2002 Ty Horveath