Why is it that you—
Seconds, minutes, hours—
Rush ahead so fast
When I’m at work passionately?
Or when my love is near?

And why do you stretch
To miles and miles apart
Drifting like a shadow
When he is far from me
And as I sit bored?

Are you playing tricks?
Toying with my heart
And my passion?
Or are you simply teasing
Both of us apart?