Mr time

He is judging me
The man called time,
Waving his hands at me
Because he’s holding mine.
Moving the dials forward
He will not go back,
The only time I see the past
Is through the flashbacks.
I can hear him calling me
Through the clocks,
His messages are coded
Into the ticks and tocks.
Time is like a maze
It doesn’t freeze
So many dead ends
Without any keys.
Those dials of his
Want me to break,
As they never give time
But they always take.

K

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10 Responses to Mr time

  1. Carolineaguiarauthor says:

    Excellent☺️

    Liked by 1 person

  2. So relatable – so well done my friend.

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  3. Rajiv says:

    Excellent!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Simon says:

    Time is perhaps the cruellest master…

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