Published: April 25, 2018
My Time is Stuck in Traffic
(a poem about over-thing when I am alone)
"Watching the seconds tick by..
Why, we all ask why,
At times does time fly?
While other times, it's on stand-by?
Well, for now, my time is stuck in traffic.
For me, this is actually pretty classic.
Happens a lot, just have to pull through,
Takes me a minute to think of something to do.
And that sixty seconds is an eternity.
I hear so many thoughts, so clearly.
Some are mine, some are intrusive,
Some are from others, so elusive.
Time can seem like forever when you over-think,
Trying to figure out all the missing links.
Tearing apart the maybe's and what if's,
Takes a while for my spirits to lifted,
Back to where I want it to be,
Where time is on my side, not my enemy.
When my thoughts are colorful and my own.
When I have the comfort of not being alone.
I hope, one day, I can get there myself,
All alone, just me, and nobody else."