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Time, My Love

I have a dysfunctional relationship with Time
Sometimes I like to play hide and seek with Time
Time hides, and I try to find it
I see it peeking from behind the curtains
But I treat Time like a child, and I say
'Time, oh Time! Where are you?'
Time just stands still, trying not to be seen
And with Time frozen, I have all the time I can dream of

At other times, I wish Time would move along
I look at the clock as it mocks me with its tick tock
As I'm stuck in a store folding socks
And I dream of a day when I will be a somebody
A businesswoman with a brief case and a somebody at her side
And one day I can create another somebody
Alas, it takes time to get promoted from being a nobody

Sometimes I wish Time would turn back
Because in retrospect everything seems serene
What was once a heart ache is now petty
What was at one time a death note is now a joke
How I wish Time would comfort the poor younger me
Time would say, 'Time moves on! Time heals all scars, little me'

Most of all, I want to dominate Time, and make it mine
Make it shiver at the sight of me
Make Time stoop at my feet, be my slave
Time will take everyone to their grave, but not me!
I will choke Time! I'll deface it, compress it
Into a few boxes and squares on my wall
I'll slice Time up and give its slaughtered parts silly names
Like Saturday, January, two thousand and fifteen
Time! You are mine now, do not resist

'Tis but a silly daydream of mine
Time is already bearing its teeth
When I get called a 'lady' on the street
When I thought I was a 'girl' just yesterday
And a 'baby' twenty years ago
Yet now I'm called 'baby' once more

Time is absurd, eating its own tail
Time, the great beast, controlling the past, present, and future
While I whip the beast's tail, to no avail
Time will not stop and take notice of me


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