Day Twenty-Seven – Time


Tick toc goes the clock

Time is ticking away

When or where

Where you have to be

What you have to do



Slow Time

Sitting here waiting for time to pass
Seems like I’ve been here forever
Hours creeping, you have to pull them through
I’m slowing down to keep up with them
The sound of the fan is faster
The songs on the radios leaving time in the dust
Maybe this is an indication
That the flowers are waiting for me to smell them
I’ll slow my roll, take a whiff and enjoy