Our Time
Time makes me wait,
Then it pulls you away,
Like the moon pulls the
tide from the shore.
It's cruel like that,
Not a care in the world,
Yet I wait and I wait once
More.
Time is a coward,
So afraid to be late,
That it hurries you away
Without sound.
It's cruel like that,
No compassion or thought,
The one thing to which we are
bound.
Time is a constant companion,
Always just one step ahead
until we need it to hurry,
Then it stops in its tracks
and plays dead.
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