Time is a Heavy Door
Flooring it taking off
soaring through time
not a pause for applause
of a moment so cherished so sublime
arriving without notice
only to vanish, only bliss
wishing i had more day to my night
but forgetting that when i do
it's out of sight not a delight
in fright that it might not end
wanting more time
but when time is not the trend
we tend to wish it go by fast
seeing no near end in sight, so vast
it's a tidal force taking its course
it's a source to endorse and
take in foreverness.
Time.
Always running tapering off
constantly evaporating in plain sight aloft.
Time.
Always wanting more to keep in store.
Time.
An open door
closing too quickly
it's a heavy door
i try to hold it open
by living every moment in that moment
and maybe when my time ends
i'll have made amends, set new trends
that blend new meaning
to rhymes i make
when writing about time
that's in constant descend.