Where do you suppose the time goes when you waist it?
you think it may be...pacing back and forth
waiting on some sort of union with you and me?
you suppose it keeps an eye on it's watch
to see if it can spot it's self wasting away into yesterday?
do you think it's standing still as moments spill of into nothing
bumping aimlessly into walls?
what if it calls out to you, but you don't listen?
think you'll be missing out on much?
think it's getting out of touch with rhyme on reason
watching the seasons pass by, never trying to grasp
what little grip on the past it still maintains.
Do you think it changes it's mind, just when it's time to act?
or is it simply paying you no attention and getting what it intends to get?
Time.....
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