At First Youre Here

At first you’re here, now you’re not here. You’re on a time schedule, I see you every so and so. Its the same reoccurring, non-assuring facade of emotion; logic’s evil twin wrapped in sugar whispering sweet nothings. All the while stirring up episodic dreams: When it is good, time is ignored. When it is bad, time is watched. Acceptance sets in. Just as quick as it came, fate claims its name again. And the good and bad become olden times. I hit rewind At first you’re here