Time, the presence of an ending, continuously beginning.
Always turning over as the ticks become louder with,
Time, it’s unstoppable, untouchable, undeniably wasting away.
Cherishing moments, the recollection of fears, the reminder of yesterday.

Only with time will bring the answer to why,
Forgetting the essence of what’s left behind.
Reminding and questioning everything in sight,
How will your time add up at the end of the night?

Calling your name are the obstacles in the way,
Embrace your tragedy like all your past mistakes.
Place your fears so near, never let them slip away,
Fall into wrongful hands, time slips from minutes to days.

Look over the deserts that contain the sands of time,
Is it a barren wasteland? Or fruitfully inclined?
Preparation for the unexpected, or relish in gems of present moments,
A moment in time passes like blinks to the eye, for that is constant.

Only with your time will give a reason to my why,
A handful of mistakes but leaving it all behind.
Reminding me constantly with you in my sight,
How time has added up at the end of the night…

©️Rob Metz