Time
Time
I can hear the clock ticking, the hours and minutes slip by.
I listen to the sound as darkness co mes around and coats the dark blue empty sky.
What is time ? What does it mean ?
Something you can see just ticking away unto the great unseen.
What is time ? What is the future?
And what does all of this mean ?
Do we know what's at the end of the rainbow?
Whats on the tip of the moon ?
They're may come a time that you find out why and life is all gone too soon.
Copyright © Lisa Hobbs | Year Posted 2020
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