Hello Time!
We never talk.
I watch afternoon turn to night,
I see dark change to light,
And it's all because of you.
But I have been wondering, and wanted to ask,
How you do what you do.
This constant thing of making present into history,
Shouldn't be such a mystery.
Sometimes I look at my watch and it takes hours to make 9:47 become 9:53.
Sometime I look at a calender in April and February seems like minutes ago.
And now I look at photos of what I think was yesterday, but the time stamp says 17 years ago.
WTF!!?
I look in the mirror.
I shave my face and see you've been there.
You've loosened my skin, taken my hair.
I've been blaming myself, but it's you, you sick prick!
Never stopping, never slowing, never accelorating,
Just constant, and constantly deceptive.
The illusion of a second, a minute, a day.
A guessing game you would have us play.
Are you enjoying this?
Know what? Just f%#k off!
