Time Flies, Can You Teach Me How?

Fixed on the scalding black asphalt,
the sun fuses its rays with raw skin,
trying to teach me a lesson.
Make me aware of the plight I'm in.
I hide the time from this very spot.

We can't continue to just lay here.
The progress we've made is wearing thin.
Pedestrians, our friends, ask how we've been.
The look on my face confesses to chagrin.
The look on yours is one of pure fear.

Can we get out of this ghost town?
Can we get past our past and move on?
I'll spend time on this plan, start at dawn
and work til we've synthesized a battle won.
I won't go til we've gotten around.

We've wasted time for too long.