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Time Is On You

Time Is On You

A Poem by Mariah

 

T

I

M

E

This mystery we cannot define

We masquerade with numbers;

Colons;

Arms;

And seconds

But in reality

We haven’t a clue

 

With our fancy clocks

And infinitesimal watches

While we analyze

Fractions of a second

All the while

Time is laughing behind our backs

 

So instead of accepting

That we have no inkling

We pretend to utilize

And conquer

When in fact time has us beat

 

String theories

And time machines

Invented only to hide

The fact that we have no control

 

Never enough and yet too much

Is it really just us?

Or is it time

Ripping seams

And patching holes?

 

So be early to work

Meet your curfew

Move faster

Just slow down

And set your clock just right

 

Just remember-

You’re not on time.

Time is on you.

© 2008 Mariah


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