Time
Time is playing tricks with my mind
I wake up early to make time in a busy day
For a while I am even ahead of myself…
Plenty of time
I think that I might even have time for a well deserved nap
I think that maybe I can capture one hour all to myself
And oh, how I would enjoy it!
I would caress it and hold it, and count it dear as my own life
But as soon as it is in my grasp, it slips away
It’s laughing at me as it speeds ahead
It calls to me
It calls to me to catch it, laughing, taunting me in the distance
Time becomes the issue
Time becomes the strain
Time goes on
It never stops
It’s never scarred
It doesn’t care
What a gift
I sigh, as I realize that once again I am the pawn…
Another mind game.
…But Time lost the Wind carries to add to Eternity
Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2017
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