Nothings going to happen
Maybe all the aunts inthe world will sip sweetly
At their trough of tea
And almost say one word for anything but what they've learnt
From all young colts
Race horses laugh so hopefull
Stiff pricks in the general direction
Of anywhere but home
Nothings going to happen
Maybe all the children in small rooms
Will fall silent at a wall
A window
And forget to breath for just one minute
Because of some beauty
That has not been altered damned or pointed out
By the clumsy dark oaths who train them
Nothings gunna happen
Nothings gunna happen
Nothings gunna happen
Nothings gunna happen
Nothings gunna happen
Nothings gunna happen
Then again
All the time
Every minute never ending unrelenting all around us without pausing end less end less
