there is no was anymore

there is no was anymore

(hell there’s hardly any is).

march on,

beat four don’t care for three.

(much less two)

(but still looks ahead to one)

one day you’ll forget zero day,

i swear, and someday

you’ll finally be in love with twoday.

but first ya’ll got to start counting again—

and you are am, and time still is.

so move, for in motion

you move to beat four

and finally get a glimpse at one.

one is is; and four is was—

this is the start of your measure.