Time trolls
Life rolls
Hours loll
Days mull
everything on a roll
No time to poll
the goings on in the space
where they all exist.
Going nowhere
sitting there
flitting there
tilting at windmills not there
castles in the sky
dreams on the sly
no one knows why
to simply exist
is the only try.
waiting for some thing
Or someone to come along
All nonsense
wild pretense
the aroma of dreams gone sour.
all this is a bore
to bore and die
or fall out of the sky
or tumble and lie
or burn and fry
silly thoughts all the more.
all this time
time trolls
life rolls
and the bell tolls
yet, going nowhere
