“All We Have Is Time”


The pendulum does swing,
my lost will has slowed, and now seems to mean;
Within each of lifes’ small dings,
I tick along with each sharp ping.

Liable and wrong for every off set prong,
I fear I’ve lost my timing;
Still making choices so rueful and yet binding.

Mistakes they have since found me,
regretful and untamed;
My soul at times reminds me,
of the wrongs that I have made.

All these years I’ve wound my clock,
with UN-timed and loathsome gears;
Gears that I have used to build walls comprised of fear.

Cinder blocks and concrete,
have forged upon my soul;
They’ve built a wall to protect me,
from further lies that may be told.

The hands I’ve let thus guide me,
are off set and have surely been abused;
I’ve allowed them to be fastened together,
by the misguided and are recycled and reused.

I lose track with all the worries of the world,
While being by his side;
Undeniable happiness does exude me,
and is no longer hard to find.

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