A quick stream of conciousness poem on the Nature Time

The Trouble With Time

The trouble with Time is theres never enough
It flows ever onward and it never stops
Sometimes I feel like just getting off
To step out and just to look on in
at life flowing forward no troubles no sins
I want to try this and I want to do that
But before all of this Ill have to do what
24 hours some of it asleep
My mind is still working
In dreams a I sleep
Lets make a book or Ill write a song
Hang on a minute wheres my time gone
I want to try Linux but the computer wont work
Another hour wasted
I feel all alert
To much coffee to much thought
Its time for bed maybe Ill sleep
Maybe Ill catch up with dreaming Sheep
No chance of that my mind is alert
I think Ill watch Netflix
Then maybe Ill turn the lights off and drift away soon
Hoping ill wakeup 12 hours before noon
Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzzzzzz

Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2018-02-09 at 00:37

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent poem about what we all wonder about. Where does time disappear? What seems to have happened just a week ago, turn out it was really several months ago. :)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo John! Time Waits for no one! The greatest give to give, or be given, is time! As onece given cannot be made up!
Oh to sleep per chane to dreime! Oh to rember those dreimes on awakeing in the morrow! Oh to hope the friging paswd fot the pooter is recald! So has too power up, and type it out!