Time’s Up!

Be conscious of those who tell you

there’s no such thing as time.

They’re usually the best at wasting it.

wasted days

I remember all my wasted days

so vividly now and always

because for all my wasted days

tallied together, I’m that much more

thankful for the good ones

and the people I shared them with,

who made them great and who I miss dearly

upon all these abundant, wasted days.

If that’s not you

walking the corner of my eye

then who? I wonder,

who’s shadow unwinds?

Overhead like a compass,

creation of time. Time

and again, like time were a crime.

Wasted. Lost. Forgotten. Blind.

Memories fade, they never die.

So if that flutter of feather is you,

alright that’s fine. It’s much ado.

So when they ask you calmly why

won’t you share yourself with I?

I have and will, see I am I

unanswered we are now defined.