Where does it go?
The time?
The hand moves slow,
Sound the chime.

It seemed to grow wings,
But where did it fly?
Days of nothings,
I wave goodbye.

Yesterday seems,
So far away,
Twitching through dreams,
Haunting as I lay.

Sound the alarm,
The loud clock beeps,
So I move my arm,
To remove the sheets.

The cold air invades,
I get asked a few questions,
Respond playing charades,
My brain out of suggestions.

I just want to sleep,
To go back to dreams,
Instead I weep,
As through glass reality beams.

It flies by too quick,
Or do we let it slip,
Burning as a candle wick,
Gone with the crack of a whip.