In time, we timelessly live in,
One pause, one move, breathe out and in.
Time out will turn itself into continuation -
Does time exists? Or is it our own novation?

Through time we count with past our future.
A second’s, moment’s, minute’s suture
Turns time of day enlightened light
Into a darkness' time engulfing fight.

Time walks in clocks, circles around
And silently steal years of dawn.
Outside of universe, where truth all lies -
I timelessly revise.

It’s morning again.
The second day of the week
hangs grumpily over the bed,
the clock blinks the hour in red
reminding, it’s crucial to get out of bed.
I turn around to your side,
But see you sleeping without a care in the world
realising, maybe today you have decided to miss work.
The sheets half cover your face
And your body shifts closer to mine,
As if to tell me it’s alive,
And it knows that I am awake,
Looking at your closed eyes and feeling your rhythmic breath,
With a sadness that can only be explained
By the calendar’s claim,
Of it being a tuesday,
And life not giving a man time enough,
To look at a beautiful sleeping face.

time is not happy with us now
time is not on our side

and the clock keeps tic-toeing
having my days counted
leaving an aching feeling in my
chest

time is over now and there's no turning back, because it is angry with me
and all the moments
and feelings
i’ve lost
and buried