When is it the best time?
I don't know.
Every time I look at my watch,
above all,
I wonder where the time's gone.

Stare,
Dumbfound,
Confused,
lost in thought,
unable to understand that I have to go.

I am able to move now,
focusing back in
then my thought process returns
and that gaze turns into a look.

So from that frozen stance,
I'm now your slave, Time.
Now, are you beautiful
or terrible?

Time goes
but eyes never change.
Constant
like when your seconds tick away,
and the splendid things fade away,
and the smiles dissolve into nothing.