I used to feel as though the clock was as comforting as a grandfather can be,
For a while at least.
But suddenly the comfort left me,
And the sands time of time encompassed my mind..
Time suddenly was a sand trap,
Instead of a comforting ally for the task at hand.
In reality though, Time is neither of these previous things described.
Simply yet obnoxiously, Time is just that
It is our use that make it a friend or foe,
And it’s the choice of managing it or burning it that cause this relationship to fail or grow.
I don’t like numbers very much,
Nor do I think that will change.
Yet my days are numbered
And with that, my appreciation of numbers is insured.
The number of my days spent as of late,
They’re filled with such mixed emotions
In search of something great.
Hopefully after years of suppression,
This isn’t just repressed emotions finally rising from their dug up graves.
My mind and my feet say go,
But my heart says you need to stay.
Don’t ignore or deny the pain,
But don’t let it define.
God, I ask you why?
Why, why, WHY?
And your lack of response,
Doesn’t tell me you don’t hear me or you’re not there,
But instead shows me I might not need to care as much as I do.
My question falls on a pair of ears,
And while heard are maybe not significant at the moment.
Another day on pause,
4:46 is now in the dust.