I trick myself
More often than most
That the time before me will feel better
(somehow)
Than the air which I now breathe most close

It won't

Time is time
Just as a perception is a vision of the mortal mind
Most unknown
Heck, I
Need to learn how to live for the moment of most

It's time

With a heightened perception,
I observe the sensation
of my thumb on my fingers
as I rub them together,
the clock ticking away at 4:45 before me...
There are blue ink marks on each finger
and the air tastes of stale coffee.

Everything feels very slow,
and I find myself,
once again,
waiting to go home,
waiting for the clock to tick to 5:00.
Everything so slow,
with nothing to do except wait.

Everything's gonna break too soon
That includes your heart.
Everything's gonna diminish
That includes your smile.
You may be on cloud nine
But certainly you're going to fall soon.
Mask your feelings
Because there's no one you can show it to.
Life is so uncertain ;
That you may get lost or you'll loose
The clock is ticking
The moments are passing
Never wait  
Never stop
This stoppage may break your heart soon.

I hold with care the value of the Wait
with a backdrop of the intrusion of the Immediate;
I relish the Not Yet,
not looking for an untimely rush into the unfinished;
I anticipate the delicious Hope,
ignoring the clamour of dissent;
and not taking anything for granted, I do all I can to clear space,
to listen with intent
and to then herald the Promise of the Soon,
the ready-coming-King,
and I embrace the God-With-Us
Now.

Most of the people promise to be there
Leave eventually and no longer care
The heart tends to be a complicated matter
Sometimes feelings fade or scatter
But if you patiently wait for the day
You will meet someone who means it when they vow to stay