Mar 2020
Time isnt something to be taken for granted it runs round and round the clock like a man forsaken.
Nor should it be taken but given or granted.
Like love it's the only thing a man truly owns and does not own at the same time. It can only be felt not seen or heard or touched. In the long run that doesnt matter much.
From birth to bones the lonely road we walk we walk alone. Only slightly sharing moments in eternity. Rain drops, only drops in an ocean in the sky with no shore. Drink deeply there will be no more. Those in the desert thirst for it as the young pour it into any ******* bin close at hand. Watch ever watching the clock as it strikes the first second of forever and tomorrow.
Nor should it be taken but given or granted.
Like love it's the only thing a man truly owns and does not own at the same time. It can only be felt not seen or heard or touched. In the long run that doesnt matter much.
From birth to bones the lonely road we walk we walk alone. Only slightly sharing moments in eternity. Rain drops, only drops in an ocean in the sky with no shore. Drink deeply there will be no more. Those in the desert thirst for it as the young pour it into any ******* bin close at hand. Watch ever watching the clock as it strikes the first second of forever and tomorrow.
