May 12th 2021
Time, time, what is time
A minute goes by and a minute gone
Each moment feels like a lapse ahead
Before I know it I'm laying in bed
I wonder and wonder when it will stop
I'm waiting for the hands to finally drop
I keep asking for change
But movement has me suspended
I can't shake these persistent pains
The more I walk, the longer I fall
When will I stop and pick myself up
When will I finally submit it all?
It doesn't have to be hard
But I choose the rough path
Eternally I've been here
And in eternity I dwell
There is no death, not for me
But I continue suspended in time
As if I have somewhere to go
Rather than living the present moment
Let me out of my prison
The one that is wide open
But I choose sit and stay a while
When will I leave, I cannot say
But one thing is for sure
Time feels more than just a day
