I MEASURE TIME

i measure time
because i just do
it consumes me
there's a lot left to do
i want it to count
don't you?

i marked my years
my joys and my fears
in certain ways
to capture days
the halycon years

my realities
that meant something to me
it seems quite strange
the poet's game
to rehearse in verse
these memories
that come to me

in my room
i'm still consumed
in passing time
that requires rhyme

so i continue, you see
to make memories
it's not the end
for this writer's pen

as thoughts come to me
i set my mind free
like a bird on wing
i do my thing
and measure time.