Time

where is it going

-cliche-

where is it from


It drips like honey

off poison combs

looks like love

on hate's thrones


It tosses men and women

to and fro

It removes the stay

and brings the go


Time ticking away

Time, was it meant to be

something

like a stop clock

or more like

a top notch

something to measure eternity


Time

we have it now

Now what do we do with it

what is it for

Should we live for the day

since we dont know how much more


Time,

I need more

but the more

the less

with a day

life slips through finger tips