WORD of the day: Time
Time why do I feel like I never have enough of you?
Do you love me or do you resent me?
Face twisting and turning in mockery of my dependence,
My chained link to your ebbed flow.
The wise say knock, and knock I hath,
Woe is you time! Woe is you!!
Time turning, a winced face
winding, winding, winding
How you move so fast at times and other times so slow,
yet the same duration past; I’ll never quite understand.
Watches, bells, Grandfathers, straps, chains, cogs, batteries, faces, accessories, etc.
Tools designed to satisfy our fetish with time.
A vertigo of characters and chambers constantly in motion;
Seconds churning, turning hours into years, trading years in for memories.
Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu. Cuu-Cuu…
Past,
A time far removed; a lover never to be held again, an expired love affair.
Here just a second ago, right here in hand
Always a trickster; the slyest of foxes, shifting, sifting, sliding out of any situation.
Now thinking about it, has it ever really been seen?
A ghostly matter, haunting the brain, plaguing the folds of our minds.
Still never to be caught nor held,
Not for one damned second.
Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu.
Just as aloof, the future maintains its own allure.
A tendency to tease, to feed on the hopes of day dreams
The unfolding of time, revealing of events and encounters unpredictable.
An elusive archer, aimed right in your direction…
Never promised and hardly ever kept to words.
Just outside the jurisdiction of the tangible.
Oh but the taste, the feeling, I can almost swear I’ve had it before.
Delusion; A fantasy so sweet nonetheless.
Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu. Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu.
Ah yes, the present.
A familiar face, a friend to us all.
Like one of those friends that come over and kicks their feet up on your kitchen table an shit.
Keep your eye on this one though.
One second it’s right in front of you, one blink and it’s gone or has a whole new look.
Simple as that.
The wedge between the future yet to come and the past gone too fast.
Its like that road runner moving along to fast to ever catch,
Constantly dropping anvils and TNT sticks on all our diabolic plans to catch it, to CAGE it, to hold onto it and slow roast it.
Never quite works like that, it only stops long enough to poke out a taunting tongue, then ZOOM.
And we’re left there just looking WILE-E
Cuu-Cuu.
And where do we fit into this?
Into all the complicated webs of chronology, these contraptions and interactions?
Thus far each one of us to determine that, to recognize for ourselves.
As for me, well…
I’m that character that peeks out ever so often, just checking in on things
Never late, still never quite on time, unpredictable. Yes, that fellow, that’s me.
Not a necessity to the maze, however a great addition…
I’m that little character that pops out just to show you simply how crazy time is…
No name, I just am that I am.
That little fellow, yes that’s me.
Cuu-Cuu. Cuu-Cuu.
Maybe I’m crazy, you think?
Humph, only time will tell…
Cuu-Cuu.
Reflection and Response.
the LIFESTYLE 