The Wheel of Fleeting Time

You laid your voice down For all to hear, You wrote some poetry Ago a year, It's difficult to comprehend What happened to that time, That moment You could have said: “This time's mine.” Wedged in between a period Like a molecule In a lump of steel, The time to wrote this song Will be gone with the wheel, The wheel of fleeting time Caught somewhere in the atmosphere, Before you know it, Gone will be a year, then another year. (Reproduced pretty well word for word from a slice of juvenilia I wrote and recorded when I was 18 years old.)