Time
I like to think a thought sometimes,
when I'm not busy worrying.
Worrying about odd rhymes.
Thinking about times.
All of the times.
Lunchtime.
Bedtime.
Time to go.
Time for school.
Time to try.
Time to die.
More arbitrary lines scribbled in the sands.
Like the faux borders of our lands.
It surprises me every time I think,
that everybody gets the same small wink.
Just a blip of time on the big round ball.
Yet mine is the most important of all.
I am nothing.
I am nothing.
But you are something.
YOU are something.
I'm the only me.
You're the only you.
I'm the most important me,
because I'm the only me that can see you.
I'd like to give some advice.
Some vague platitude.
Like I have a clue.
Quit trying to discover what it's all about.
There's nothing to figure out.
