Evil Clock

I hate evil. The clock is evil. The calendar is evil. All they do is tell me When it's time. Without speeding up Without slowing down At the appropriate moments, They dictate at a constant pace How long I have until I'm with you. Then, how long I have with you until... It's time to part. Happy trails? No. I leave a trail of tears from you to me, And it's time to start all over again- The process of missing you And wanting to be with you, Being sad and lonely And waiting to be with you; Then with you I'm redeeming time. I'm yielding to every minute. The clock commands the time; Time demands the day, And the calendar dictates Days, weeks, months and years. They're unyielding And won't wait on me. All they do is tell me when it's time. The clock is evil. The calendar is evil. Without speeding up Without slowing down At the appropriate moments. I hate this evil. Dedicated to MyChelle and Heather