time
“Do take your time,” they say,
But which?
Which way am I suppose to go?
Which question has the answer no?
Which one of who shall I let go?
Which face can stay which one away?
Which thought is right
will crowd my night
My thoughts,
My brain,
And endless game,
Of guessing where I should go next,
Of who I should not dare to text,
Which one is right for me
To take my time
Stay in my head
As I will rhyme?
No destination
No road to take
No crazy thought that won’t invade
The mess my head withholds so deep
The endless secrets that I keep
But is it all worth pining over,
Crying, always rhyming over,
Is it enough to take the only thing that isn’t mine,
My time?
