Time

Times are changing, moving, shifting.

The minute hand accelerates by the second.

Though it may seem to stand still at moments,

Then speeds, as if beckoned. 

Days run to days, catching us by surprise.

Nothing seems to change every week,

Looking back, it's completely different.

Then time runs out- we've passed our peak.

Hurry between the time zones,

Dancing across the clock,

Who knows the meaning of forever?

Father Time's mystery to unlock.

Wasting time, wanting more,

Waiting on my everlasting.

Killing time, reviving old times,

Good times never lasting.

Eternity to instant,

Breath to breath to sigh.

Hours drag and slow, then-

Another year's flown by.

Three a.m. and you can't sleep,

But the clock's gears are reeling.

Time's slipping, racing, crawling.

But mostly time's healing.