Time's Immemorial Time
Time's Immemorial Time
What it's like running,
Asked the clock.
I just stood looking at it,
In my disbelief.
I stood, only for the clock
To speak again,
Felt like running away,
Yes to run away.
To run away, from the
Running time,
Where the seconds pushed
Minutes, minutes to hours
The hours to a week,
Weeks to month
Months to years, and all
Stood like a memory page.