29 november 2011
A Time Traveling,Transient.
The hands on the face of the clock
sweep by at an erroneous pace...
Like time with Myself,do I feel
completely,out of place.
Powerless in life in days in numbers
ranging in more than thrice...
Makes One cringe,when trying to
cope and suffice.
Warranties are useless when
involving a car dealership....
Even the extended ones,are
logically held a-slip.
A-slip in expired faces of
timed disrupt....
Can seem to leave all,in
it's path,unevenly corrupt.
Bowled away by time,as
always unerring....
None other than it's
villainous being,ever
so evil and unsparing.
Uncaring...
Yet, despairing.
Time leaves all left aloft....
Maybe with an
unwary-self all lazy and soft.
Traveling of time,inbound....
Wholly whole and solidly sound.
Time travel....
Sure of common sense,
to unearth and unravel.
Carelessly wounded in
time's own trap....
Helplessly left to,
scrape and scrap.
Help! Help! Help!
Yelp! Yelp! Yelp!
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