the count

by introspekdt123

one half-dozen and a short run with time
continues to keep you on my mind
in places where 13 stays in constant as does the summer
boil down, heat trotted, welcome the new comer
fall, fall, bow down at nearing a quarter pass
almost with new seasons, yet already forgotten the one past

i lose count when i am active
i lose count when i am bored
i lost count in search of
keeping count for what is evermore

just cross that out and carry the line that serves 2.
no cents made of now, no sense made of you.

The scorekeeper