No Time For Me

Time, is immaterial
Time, has no substance
Time, is a gutless wonder
Time, is no consequence

Does it heal my wounds?
Or help the trees grow?
Does it mend my broken heart?
Or help the rivers flow?

Time is a memory,
Time is a pain,
Time I should go to bed
Dictated not to be late again.

How hard to comprehend,
Its passage age’s us,
It can never take your beauty,
It can never destroy us.

Time has built-in patience,
Time wasting a crime of now,
Time waiting for no-body,
Time! can you catch me? how?

All is dark and Time is still
He doesn’t move a muscle,
If I could recapture it,
I bloody well, will.

Sadly now it’s over,
There is no more to give,
For Time has officially ran out
And I’m thrilled to bits.