Tock. Tick.
You’re out of time
Slipping in the conduction of
another orchestrated descent into the pit
Synching in composition of
roof raised by the melody of memory
Tock. Tick.
You’re out of tune
Searching for the cadence of
echoes deeply discorded within waves
Seeking a consonance to
sound pleasant in present harmony
Tock. Tick.
You’re out of tone
Smiling back in concert with the
arrangement you know how to play
Singing a Capella in search
of sympathy for your symphony
I wonder if life would be more interesting if time was mime
What would your rhythm be if it didn’t know how to fit in?
Maybe we shouldn’t keep time at all
Tick. Tock.
You’re back in time