17 October 2012
I stand in the corridor
Talk to a friend
Dreary conversation
Won't it ever end?
You enter the corridor
From the other door
My friend moves my attention
What else are friends for?
I want to stop you in your tracks
Have a quiet word
I'm halfway through a sentence
That you haven't heard
My friend knows just who you are
But didn't see your face
She told me I should listen more
Put me in my place
See, I know that she was right
But I have priorities
I love all my friends just the same
You and her equally
So I should talk to you sometimes
Not smile and walk away
But for now that 'quiet word'
Can wait for another day.
Priorities • Opuss № I