Caldecott and Newberry


Caldecott opened his eyes this morning
Wondered when he would wake up
Never thought living would be this boring
Wondered why nothing was up

A simple morning like a piece of history
Never known until it's over or interpreted the same

Newberry lost in a dream of someone
Walking past out in the street
Next to her, they have a conversation
Kind of shy, looks at his feet

One day he'll really go outside and ask her name
But until that day approaches he'll pretend he doesn't care

Half alive