A Poem About The Confusion of Losing Time
Lost Time “Taken” by Mr Sublime
Tick Tock said the clock
Who stole the time from me, I am the clock?
Where did it go? Does anyone really know?
Who played their part?
Who sowed the seed?
Who stole my time & committed the wicked deed?
Who’s just sat there eating my time with greed?
That time, which tasted divine
How could I lose my own time ?
Lose where it is
I'm in a total tis
I'm a clock, confused by the sublime
Who’s committing this horrific crime?
And who even is this Mr Sublime?
Is he a creation of my clock mind?
The circles within my clock brain
Round & around & around my membrane
He's inside the labyrinth
He’s running around it jabbering
Fractals of space
That lost their place
Trying to find their way back to grace
They just keep losing the race
How can I rescue my time ?
How can I recreate my clock mind ?
Why do I feel lost in time ?
I'm just sat waiting for the landmine of Mr Sublime
Perhaps it's time
To forget this lost time
To restructure my clock mind
And live life in earth time
Send Mr sublime on his way
Allow him to feel dismay
His job is finished here
It's time to conquer a new fronteer
Poem by Zoe LL