I chase it in case it is good
I pursue it because it is there,
if time was a cloak I would wear it with pride
I would hold it and hug it and wear it inside as a
light to light me as I step out,
outside where the monsters reside,
outside where there's nowhere to hide except
under my cloak.
If I fall then pride is to blame and pride in my cloak is the name
of the game
time all the same cannot be worn, it wears,
it tears at the trappings of man, naked and
**** time is always pursued,seldom caught,often
sought out,brought out to remind me that time runs
behind me and I,
the pursuer am pursued.