Time

 

as a flower

i was radiant

so colorful

proud above the

others

 

as time

 i slipped away

to places none

know

filled the

universe for

a 

while

just always was

i guess

 

i don't really

move

not like the flower

touched by 

breeze

my movement

depends on

breaks in

attention

i am simply the

mechanism by

which people

forget

i take much blame

ah, but it doesn't

last too long

they will forget

 

oh, i can even

touch my

toes