It's All About Timing

the love/hate/tolerating relationship we harbor with time
wanting more time
of the good times
and more space and time
between the bad times
theres never enough time
things take too much time
we have the time of our lives
the time we want to always last
followed by our darkest
lowest times
the time that never seems to pass
fast…
enough

we spend time complaining
about everything that fills our time
while simultaneously investing our time
in less
stress times
quiet
and centered times
healthy
and unfettered times
in hopes of living the longest time
just to spend more time
complaining about our short lived
never ending time

it’s all about timing

we lose time
getting lost in time
we waste time
getting wasted in time
we want time to ourselves
to crave someone elses time
just to want more time for ourselves
only to end up in those oh so lonely times.

we try to time our timing
for the right time
just to be told
at this point and time...
well it’s just bad timing
and the sparks of the irreplaceable first time
fizzle with the realization
that the timing of this relation
is heading for the destination
of timed heartbreaks and hesitations
translucent transformations
of time well spent
to wasted time

it’s all about timing

and as time begins to pass
we realize that any time
could be our last
so we grip to times of the past
to lessons learned and love that lasts
time goes fast...
so we go faster
in the oxymoronic
cyclical
never ending
never winnable
race against time
round and round we go
one time
two times
three times
time runs wild
in a myriad of numbers
controlled by minute
and hour hands
that tell time
or rather tell us
we’re losing time
when all of sudden time stands still...

we grow ill
staring at the body of an old timer
weak and weary
our eyes grow teary
with the apprehension that our time has come to an end
only to begin
our time again
in some other
unknown time
continuing the love/hate/tolerating relationship we harbor with time

it’s all about timing