clock works, kalo asmin..
i sit in an empty room
every evening, all by myself
and a bucket load of thoughts, dreams, regrets and aspirations
they are mostly from the past, about the present and for the future
of these, my favorite are the gifts of the present
for they are free of any haunts from the past
or any hankerings for the future
time rolls on, moment by moment
it’s a living thing if you are aware of it
for its always with you
moment by moment
until it over takes you
and you dissolve into the oblivion
time, its like my only true companion
who was always there with me
in the hectic days, full of tragedy and fluctuation
it was with me to take away the pain
as if dripping it down the drain
moment by moment
time it was who brought celebrated moments of joy and victory
and taught me lessons which no one shared
and finally brought me down to reality
but not in a cruel way
very silently, subtly, gently, moment by moment
how heartless of me to not acknowledge you dear time
it was a self imposed hypnosis
that I was alone in this empty world
thanks again, that you came and altered
the moods, the colors, the sounds around me
thanks for giving me hope, truth and change
