Time

Time, Time, Time

Theres never enough

And always too much

Theres never enough time to get everything done

It takes to long to wait for something great

Or for a hard season to pass

It takes so long to grieve

Time is a fickle cold hearted thing

It never does as we please

To me it is an abstract thing

It is so hard to keep time straight and to hold onto it

With both hands

It always seems to slip out of my hands and between my fingers

Like a handful of fine dry sand

It’s always slipping through the cracks

Like watching a pot ready to boil

Always laughing as it does