Time

Quickly goes time and slowly it goes

All depending upon the day.

Or what time of the day it is.

Or what mischevious things rounded the corner in the day.

I peeked around the corner, and felt shame.

I’ve peaked around the corner and found relief.

I’ve peaked around the corner, stumbled, fell, and slurred my way through a day.

And then I’ve moved my body, nourished my mind, my soul.

I’ve peaked around the corner, stumbled, fell, and slurred my way through a day.

But then I’ve awakened on a winter’s morning, and looked at snow outlined trees on a similar winter’s day.

I made the first tracks on that heavenly snow, that offered its virgin ways.

I stood breathing in the soft cold air that held no wind, but calmly stood in place.

Holding me up, then letting me go. Like a mother teaching a child to ride a bike.

I raised my hands to the sky, stretched my body to the heavens, and felt it all in a day.

Felt the feelings I would have missed.

If I was swollen in bed, swelling with dread of facing another day.

Of pollutants and pollutions, oozing from within and stuck in the air.

Of smelling the rot that surrounded the bed.

As I tried to lift my head to try to live another day.

Quickly goes time, or slowly it goes.

All depending upon the day.

Or what time of the day it is.

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