Time is not a friend of mine
Still, I am trailing along,
I’m either killing it
Or it’s killing me
The days can be so long.
I can make myself useful;
Try to get things done,
And of course, the best part of any day
Is time spent with my son.
I can also sit in silence
Enjoy a feeling of peace,
I don’t have to fill the air
With empty noise
Just to feel at ease.
Still other times I’m searching
For ways to make time fly,
Often, it’s impossible
No matter what I try.
There is such a hollow space
Permeating within,
I can feel every single second
As it struggles coming in.
I am desperate to find a path
Where I do more than trail along,
Where I step in awe and wonder
And feel- like I happily belong.