Stepping
On Cracks
Lost
track of time isn’t at all a mime
It feels
like evening when you rock and rhyme
Coffee
gets made and you haven’t even yawned
Suddenly
your subconscious picks up it’s the path to dawn
For the
sounds are different and the house is asleep
Even the
cats, usually curious aren’t making a peep
Your
significant other long ago learned about your clock
It ticks
when others tock, and so there’s no complainant dressed in a smock
Are we
born free of time sense, forever catching up?
Or is it
engineered by Nature as a structure for art to make up?
We’re the
dreamers that get lost during the day
Don’t you
find it puzzling to witness all about you rushing without delay?
See, for
us time is a process that moves independently
Nothing
we can do, but go with it happily
We get a
lot done, but our way I know drives many to brandy
Don’t
look at me, I prefer chocolate candy
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