Once upon a time, I wrote about love.
It was based on no poem, sung by none
drawn from the deepest through
of a soul that its flame didst burn.
Once upon a time, I wrote about hope;
each passing day, i got more hopeful
that people would at last began to cope
with the situations they are, if careful
Once upon a time, I wrote about the morning.
every now and then, I remember the frown
I had, when I discovered that the last wordings
were longer than the first, like they were drawn.
Once upon a time, I wrote about time
that waits for no man, always in a hurry;
if you keep to it, you'll do just fine
but to the lazy ones, it flies past: fast and blurry.