Time, my friend, where have you gone?
Where is it that I can find you complete?
I find your moments scattered, feel you always pressing,
but the eternity promised to me is fleeting.
Derision crosses your lips
as you issue clanging chuckles.
I’ve longed for the day to recede:
waited for cream nights to consume,
dreamed that I could be free
of everything you hold against me.
My feet drag and I am weary.