Time Is In Charge Here

I float along on top of the balmy, warm, Floridian saltwater Enjoying the sun, expecting the best of the day time creeps up slowly, turns my mood My feelings are not as grand now I hide inside to console myself Licking my wounds, feeling hurt and sad Time shakes me up and spits me out Smearing me onto a wall in the form of a streak I have no desire to continue, but time has other plans for me. I grab onto her coattail when she refuses to leave me alone We travel the universe; she as a volatile witch with magic spells I as a black cat, holding on to a sliver of her broom with my nails.