The sands of time fall through
the hands of time. Hours, minutes,
and seconds rain from above
and shower clocks with love.
Each grain that slips through
is a day… maybe two. The grains
can be blue, black, grey, or green.
Every second that will pass
will do so fast. Every minute
will sink as the timeline shrinks.
Check your hourglass and see
what time is left. Stay calm –
dump some sand in your palm.
Lend me both of your hands;
let us stay still as we fill
space in this mysterious place.
I’m surrounded by clocks
with hands that never stop.
I feel time slipping
with my reality shifting.
How can something I can’t see
afford me the chance to breathe?
I never question the hands
that control my time and plan.
I live the best I can.
I’ve escaped the hands of time
and found hands just like mine.
Yes, I’m late. It’s my fate.
I’m sorry you had to wait.
Wait, I’m not sorry
I missed this date.
I’m where I need to be:
If only you could see.
I’m here. Who cares the time?
Remember,
There’s no time to whine.
What does it matter? Does it?
Matter of fact, it doesn’t.
I care just not the way you do;
I’m here and you are too.
Yes, I’m late. It’s my fate.
I’m actually happy
For your time I waste.
Reality is shifting. Can I adjust?
Spirits are lifting. Who to trust?
Perception altered. Time went fast.
Memories fade: Some unscathed.
I journey home. I forever roam.
Visions look different.
Nothing’s the same –
Yet I remain
on a journey
to find home.
Hours, days, and weeks go by
And I look at the same sky.
Molly’s moment feels so right.
This is her moment; This is her night.
Sit in. The front.
Just don’t. Look back.
Wish for. Happy days.
Cloudy skies. Rain Stays.
Push hard. With words.
Written down. Too absurd.
Find yourself. Stay honest.
Live free. Die less.
Find ways. To express.
What you. Know best.
Lead from. The soul.
Find love. Until full.
Spend time. Any way.
Learn why. Be okay.
Flip over. Hour Glass.
One time. Going fast.
Time spills. through cracks.
Slipping by. Going black.
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