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A CUP OF TIME

I’ve got big plans in lots of lands, things to do and see
A cup of time would be so fine, to explore possibility

Life is a sea where you can be, a time-weaver of Tradition
As we play I show you the way, riding the tide of your mission

What does it cost not to be tossed, on the seas of heaving time?
I’d give my labor, protect with saber, for enough just to end this rhyme

My head’s running slow, where does time go?, it always seems to change
I’m way ahead or almost dead, there is no comforting range

And doing less, we must confess, would really feel absurd
Doing nothing is like stuffing, without the rest of the bird

I’ve swum many oceans of circular motions, life going round and round
Trying straight lines, not following signs, I end up going aground

Those signs are flow that gives the go, to my creative actions
Yet time pulls me back and off the track, causing frustrated reactions

Daylight savings and other such ravings, try to clean up the mess
Leap years abound, time zones are found, lacking continuity’s finesse

When in the flow, all systems go, congruency does appear
But as I reach that creative peach, obligation’s in my ear

Yet poems I’ll write and fight the good fight, doing the dishes after
Yes there’s laundry, it’s a quandary, I hear their mocking laughter

REALITY FIRST! You must not thirst, for the abstract and inane
Take care of business, don’t think of isness, you just might go insane

But I want to grow, my talent I’ll sow, goodbye normality
You know I must play, it’s the only way, to find the authentic me

And I want some spaces where I’m in two places, my time would surely double
Twice as much done, while having fun; could I get into trouble?

I do have tensions in time dimensions, I wouldn’t want to get lost
Internal traveling can be unraveling, what if time gets crossed?

I’ll take my chance, it’s about romance, traveling the Einstein express
On that train time’s really insane, a game of devious chess

Time doesn’t track the steady tack, of smooth linearity
It skips and stumbles, declares and mumbles, demanding to be free

It’s often said that Time was bred, so things wouldn’t happen at once
But maybe things do and perception’s the glue, that sorts it out and hunts

For explanations among the nations, why we’re are so locked in
Where’s that place that people have space?, and playing’s not a sin

So does time exist? Am I caught in a mist?, a spray of general consensus?
Segmented days, like an intricate maze, can swiftly dull the senses

The truth of the matter is a mind-splatter, we don’t need time to run
If I agree, just to be, I’ll still get everything done

I’ll be dynamic without the panic, life isn’t an emergency
I’ll make my plan in the world of man, calm as herbal tea

Between being and doing is inward viewing, imagination will steer
The mind can borrow from past or tomorrow, to widen the creative frontier

As a time-blender, to Caesar I’ll render, enough to be socially correct
But if I fail to weave my tale, this rat-race I’ll defect

I won’t talk weather and other such blether, all kinds of time sucking things
I look to my soul, and a new goal, to fly on creative wings

I’ll cut through the chaff with wit as my staff, ending the nonessential
Priority flows and minority goes, there is no inconsequential

So I’d like to borrow a cup of tomorrow, with interest you’ll be repaid
The time-cloud’s vast, there’s plenty to last, you’ve seen beyond the charade

Yes only those trying, and in their hearts dying, to bring something worthy to the fold
Feel the keen edge and will always pledge, to use their time as gold!