Life witnessed by time, that never did turn
As moments, cemented, that foment and churn
Both sonorous violence, and onerous silence
By faces of graceless eternity’s spurn
Permanent minutes, vignettes in my mind
As secret mementos nobody could find
If any were spoken, they’d know I was broken
So I tried to hide I had fallen behind
Stillborn in a blind nest, looms pressure to learn
To mourn not the timeless tomb where you return
Stale hates, you unraveled: their fates were untraveled
Look back but twice a day, lest your soul will burn
Alone, time feels wounds, in throes of despair
Just know it heals too, when with those who care
They’ll have you hold their hand, so you can understand
Time is less what you give, and more what you share
Do not be afraid to borrow
Time, so you can see tomorrow