I said there isn't any more space
And space said I am more
I didn't know what to say
At that time

Later I found this
out

So I put it away
Back away
time hissed
disapproval

flying by
So I'm late
as a gouge
I'm sorry as a gauge

On like like

Hang on
Slow down
Let me get
My finer sensibility

I have this fondness
to which
I won't admit
about a day

I think
Everyone
Knows
Its Thursday has my heart