Let Her Be Free

Trying to keep a hold of time

Is like trying to hold a cloud,

You know it’s futile to try

And yet,

You do anyway, desperate to feel the

Candy-floss between your fingers.

Trying to capture time

Is like holding a parent

Back from seeing their dying child.

Listening to the screaming

And crying and begging

For all eternity.

Trying to keep time in a cage

Is like trying to make someone

Stay when they

Do not love you.

Let her go,

Slip through your fingers

And be free.

The constricts of time are a cage

And she knows this,

Let her be free and

You will be too.