Rhythm of Time
RHYTHM OF TIME
7 15 pointers race accusingly. Crawl out of bed.
Hurry to bus 8 00. Tulips open imperceptibly in the sun.
Bus creeps through gridlock. Pointers spin in a blur.
Elevator stops at every floor. Wristwatch approaches light speed.
Begin morning mail-call late. Priority action urgent.
Chronometer drags till 12 30. Lunch hour.
Greased lightning hands sweep face. 1 30 arrives breathless.
Pointers develop rigor mortis till 5 30. End of day.
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*Everyone knows the feeeling that time drags or speeds up
depending on your mood.
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