© 9/30/2001 Dennis L. Pickering “Time” is but the gap between. Cause and Effect, you think mean. It always runs in your head. Sometimes keeps you in your bed. Where you should not keep yourself. According to what you’re told By those others in your realm Who attempt to overwhelm. “Time” is only a bubble. For you to keep from rubble Where you don’t want it to be As though it were the lone tree. “Times” bubble’s ever growing And it keeps you from knowing Progress you can be showing To your high-self, all knowing And for you to share as a candle will The light “Time” releases into the quill That you’ve decided to reside upon Until the earliest moment of dawn “Time” will relinquish not much. To anyone in “Times” hutch Because “Time” is in command “Time” will obtain its demand. “Time” only exists within This physical world you’re in “Time’s” not in the spiritual Worlds most want to realize. “Time” is always such a trip And “Time” keeps you in its grip Although you may think you’re hip “Time” cares not, thinks you’re a dip. ENDBirth sign: Sagittarius
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