Time Dripping By

Time drips by like molasses

Dragging through my thoughts

Getting caught in the tangles

And leaving a thin film

Glimmering like oil on pavement

Creating rainbow illusions

A mirage of memories 

And those hazy days gone by

Before time, happiness never ended

Neither did sorrow

A ball of yarn made up of life

Where emotions brushed together

And young slid against old

But time pulled us straight

Prepped us for the loom of the world

A great behemoth of a thing

With a glorious mayhem of color

Stretched between its pins

A rainbow of generations

Are pulled along green continents

And drips of red splay their fingers

Touching all the blue oceans

Each separate thread anchored against the next

A cacophonous rage of history

Beating at our walls

Begging entrance to our minds

Dragging old leather cases

Filled with loves and dreams and hate

Old hopes become new

And a little girl rides her bicycle 

The wheels ever turning but heading nowhere

For there is no destination

Only the time it takes to get there