It’s been so long since last I played times song.

A song descending and ascending and continuing on.

Propaganda taught me to know time.

Rather, I was taught what to think of her.

I cannot find rest in her,

For she is the awful insomniac.

I cannot avoid her,

For she is the persistent stalker.

Sometimes I forget she exist,

But then the hangover hits

And suppressed memories of her persist.

When I play Time’s song,

I cannot help but remember all I’ve done wrong. 

She is a necessary evil in my mind.

At the same time she is kind.

She gives me a second chance 

And opportunities to dance

Away the sorrows

Leaving them to be dealt with tomorrow. 

It’s been so long since last I played times song.

A song descending and ascending and continuing on.