Drifting

Concentration.
That's been difficult today.
I'm hour counting today.
The seconds are drifting ether in space,
Just numbers floating by in front of my face
but barely seem to move.

If I sing for you would you come for me?
If I dance for you would you smile for me?
Show me that smile that smolders like molten rock
Dust off the ashes collected on my heart.