Time
Time
Scratch the surface of one thought
Which sets your soul on fire, and
The time that thought.
One minute.
I begged my thought to continue
Streaming beautifully without cause
Or consequence, but rather for the
Words to place themselves in any order
They were meant to be.
And when I was
Done with this one minute
I viewed
What time had done?
My thought was simple.
I thought of
Death as a friend.
I then wanted to save
Death just one time so I might be able
To love its purpose.
