Weeks & Months

Time moves slow

It builds in chunks of weeks and months

Viewed at once

It crashes over us

Planned out

Written down

Figured out

Then time moves slow for once

Touch wood

Burnt out

Carved down

What I claimed from my youth

Every excuse

Is getting old

Older by the second

In waiting is a valuable lesson

Time moves slow

And I just rush to forget it

I don’t want to be like that

I don’t want to be like that

A thick slab

That won’t budge

You can’t push

And I won’t drag

Can not cradle

But you won’t grab

Now don’t care if time moves slow again

Barely alive

Then time drags on again

When it is everything

An all-consuming slow-moving lament

A glacier of bland thousand-yard stares

At the other end are desert sands of five-year-plans and also-rans

Wasn’t snatched from my hand but it fell through the gaps of my fingers and then…