Time
A poem about how time flies by, especially while sleeping.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 dre...