Time

Time was no concern of mine

When she crept in with the night

My world, perpetual youth set in stone.

No discipline, no pursuits

In my mind the future

Was so far away

I couldn't see past yesterday

And now the ignorance I prized

Has forged the irons in which I'm tied

And vestiges what once shined bright

Are withering victims of time

Loose leaves floating on the breeze

Never looking back to the trees

You had everything, no amusement refused

Nothing to lose.

No wise confidant’s advice

Made a lick of sense in your eyes

Why the effort? Why make choices at all?

Let the pieces fall

Still a stirring in your heart, behind the scenes

Leaving clues in cryptic dreams

Hints of some design

But are you inclined

To notice or ignore this

Difference you were meant to make?

Are you gonna waste all this time?

Careening down hill with a ghost at the wheel

Now nobody cares how the hitchhikers feel

But I dare you look deep inside, craft them some lullabies

It’s certain to be the best ride of your life

The lights are a glow. The band’s good to go.

The muse’s lit fuses are ready to blow

So take a deep breath as the curtains rise

We all tell our story, it’s only a matter of Time.

Of time. We all tell our story, it’s only a matter of Time.