Time, never did anything for me.
Nasty stuff,
Horrid thing
Gets under your skin and wrinkles things up.
Gets stuck in the space between words.
In your hair
In the works
Can't run your fingers through time
Or scrape it off like paint
Can't be finished with time
And wipe your hands clean
Runs at speeds at odds with everything
Runs away with itself
From you and I
and everything in between
Gets stuck in the space under sheets.
Tastes sour
Bitter and dry.
Someone should trip it up
Pin it down and peel it back
Put it in a bag and drown it
Dump it somewhere it won't be found.
And darling I’m so tired of waiting all this time
Space won’t move
As much as we try
And all these ships keep sailing.
So take your precious time
It’s the arrow broken down
The thorn in our side.
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