Time Flees

Time Flees

Thinking time anachronistic is a mistake

Reflections at midnight come upon one like a closing gate

For its rare the future is considered, but usually the past

Years jumble into one and cherry picking remembering eliminates the zest

Time is relative but proportionality dictates I do declare

When you’re young the years seem to be long

You’re getting on when they move quicker than you can run

Too much imagining’s the curse, no wonder people reach for a bong

Some think they make their own time by defying the clock

But sleep deprivation is not a crock

So party on and rather get wrecked

You won’t care whether its noon or ‘night, too heck!

Contrarians are night creatures in the dark happiest

Morning is when awake rather than sun up

The call of caffeine makes one feel human and serene

This being me, the stand of free