Mindsong

Time Is No Mistress To Me

We rush, we hurry, we hasten

Never feelin, never tastin

The pallette of life

Of life itself

We cut it short with tricky knife

Weilded with the title time

Who pushes us to work ourselves

Into the great rat races filthy grime

Forget the minutes

Forget the days

You can enjoy life in a number of ways

but not if you speed past the past

And the present

You are the member of the future cast

So live those moments

Not counted down

Because measured moments

Are like a plastic gown

No beauty held, No beauty got

I look for moments that are not sought