Whatever's Left Pt. II: A Cactus in New England

This shadow's been trailing me for a few years now,

The houseplants complain that they're aching for light

Like an unexplained cactus that's grown in New England,

We all want a life we can't sustain.

We come to terms - at least we try to -

With what we need

Still shimmering out of reach

Days drag,

But time flies.

Days drag, but time flies.