The blue boy
She told me she had time enough and time, I did believe, was what she was referring to which is how this came to be.
He looked in my eyes for more than a mile which sense it doesn't make,
but tossing time right out the door, sense isn't what this takes.
Time, oh time, oh time again is knocking on her door. And as she screams it bangs and bangs while spilling on the floor.
I ran a mile, a mile fast but missed the giant still.
(The giant is the blue boy who's eyes ran down the hill)
No sense I'm making , no sense at all, for which we don't have time,
but then. Oh then! He poked my stomach,his touch tickled my spine.
She started pacing back and forth as it crashed against her door,
And not knowing how to proceed, she sat down on the floor.
I entered through her window, hoping to find a plan,
but instead the room was empty and the door was leaking sand.
I lie down on the floor knowing she was simply stress.
And as time keeps banging at my door I know my mind's a mess.