Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
TIME
Tick, tock, goes the clock, so l wonder what's in stock.
Is there something going on, is there something unprepared?
Dissension and trouble, are the way of the times.
Could it be I'm suspended, in a motionless chime?
A ringing in my ears, makes me run from my fears.
And every one is bustling, looking at their piers.
Oh dear! Oh dear!
Is there something I don't see?
I think to wit, it could possibly be.
But then again, it would be right,
To ignore it just the same.
A drink of wine, a toast to the times,
And all will be just fine.
But will we stop, to embrace the times,
Or just keep going on.
And so it seems it's all but a dream;
Or so, some would say.
I rightly think I could perceive it,
If I thought this time was mine.
But all the same, it seems so tame,
To think it's all a dream.
So on I go in endless thought, waiting for a sign.
Oh damn the rest, and what they say,
This time is just for me.