My Time

A poem about how time seems to be always in control, and my desire to escape that.

...

As I watch the second hand...

crawl into the next moment,

time comes to mind...

If this clock seems to be slowing down,

...where did the last few years go?

Seems like it was only yesterday...

Have my past hours of drudge...

ran over the fleeting moments of joy?

My life has ran...

in circles...

360 degrees...

over...and over...again...

while not really getting anywhere.

Friends and family missed...

Schedules broken...

Goals procrastinated...

Directions changed...

Not by choice,

but by destiny...

Pulled backwards...

Pushed forward...

Time to rewind...

Unplug the clock...

Flip the hour-glass...

Time be damned!

take it under control...

Dream...

While wasting more of my precious time...

...

Rod Hatter

Sept. 28, 2021