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Time
Time
It’s maddening isn’t it?
It’s slow when you want it to be fast
It’s fast when you need it to be slow
Perception in pendulum
Arbitrary and abstract in discussion
Concrete and critical in its percussion
Never in your control only to be
Allotted and managed
In your youth the years seem
Insurmountable
In old age the years are
Fickle
I’ve spent
Summers wishing it was fall
Falls wishing it was winter
Winters wishing it spring
Springs wishing it was summer
Then in contradiction
Have nostalgia for seasons
I despised gone by
As if my time was idle
A distant storm cloud to be
Noted then forgotten
When its rain never falls
A show once told me
Time is a flat circle
That all there ever was
Would repeat endlessly
This is one of my greatest fears
That I’ll never learn, that I will
Reincarnate as myself
Again and again
Recreating fatal flaws
They say every day is a gift
That’s why they call it the present
But I believe they’re wrong
Time is a tomato made
Ripe for the picking
Days where it’s arduous work
Days where you do nothing at all
Days where you harvest your reward
Days where storms destroy your work
Days savored and forgotten
My garden is barren
My mind is empty
Time to start planting
