The minutes of time got lost
the pages of the…
I don’t remember what pages
The minutes I could have
spent…
Doing…
Anything?
The minutes got lost the
ticking of the clock
The ticking that never
starts
Never stops
Until every minute is the
same as the previous minute
And the next minute
The minutes got lost in the
words I didn’t have the time to say
How ironic
There were so many minutes…
All blended into one
continuous minute
None of them for you
