CONJECTURE OF TIME

Conjecture of time
By james a. galgano

There are no accidents only foolish lies forever caught.
Within every hanging net in time where dreams are sought
Among every passing cloud where storms forever await
Within every thought there time never does anticipate
What might have been or would possibly be in thought or time?
Had every moment distraught were but mere word or passing rhyme.
Lingering upon closed lips seeking someone who wanted to hear.
What words might be spoken or upon whose desire though unclear?
Within the rustle of silence where dreams cling like tokens in time
One often finds themselves caught in solemn glimpse of opine.
Without a response what could ever explain were not adept in mime
So, one could understand by silent response or some foolish decree
Lost upon lips of some foolish accident where all thoughts find themselves to be.