Racing, racing I’m competing against time even though Clocks never challenged me to a duel I never watched watches, not until My head clicked, clicked away from Warmth It was held, this mind, like An eye in its hollow Covered, like dew in a meadow But I went blind and thought I could see right …
If time is all that separates, then my feet pass over Your dreams Paved pathways in the present were naught but dirt until a thought turned Them into streets And we think in tenses, but History speaks, subtly leaving its marks like a ghost that haunts our lives Waking each moment, breathing its mysteries into …
