TimeHere it is, the time that is now.
Such speed it flies with.
It drags along everything it can find, and leaves a trail.
Or at least, I used to think it left a trail.
But now I have begun to see time in myself.
And the quicker it flies past the more I realize:
Time doesn't leave a trail; it's left by whatever's pushing it along.
Fine, Take ItThey came in the night and they wanted to take it away.
They simply said, "Give it to us."
I didn't bother to put up a fight, they had their job to do and I had mine.
My job was to give them a key.
Which I did, and they were gone,
Which was fine. Now I had one less earthly possession to worry about.
Still, I think I'm right in believing that I need to get it back.
And it's almost my birthday.
Happy Birthday, my friend.
Well, at least I learned something:
If something of yours is taken away, and you try to convince others that you haven't lost anything, you can bet they won't