Time comes and goes.
It never stays for a long period of time.
It enters my home without a single invention.

Twelve o’ clock, One o’clock, Two o’clock

The clock keeps on ticking.

I cannot sleep without knowing the time.
I cannot wake up without knowing the time.

Three o’clock, Four o’clock, Five o’clock

The clock keeps on ticking.

The mourning sun creeps in my room.
The clock hits Five in the mourning.
I sit and eat my breakfast and time is still there watching me.

Six o’clock, Seven o’clock, Eight o’clock

I work threw the day. I spend hours sitting drawing.
I worry about the time so i can get out and beat the traffic.

Nine o’clock, Ten o’clock, Elven o’clock

My life surrounded by time but not for once do i ever worry about it. It will alway be apart of my life. I cannot run nor hide from it. It is there as always.
I sit i dream i wonder.
How can time be so much of a major part in are life when it really wasn’t there in the beginning of time.