Time of the Mind
A Poem by TTBoy
Time has ruined itself
As it looks back
unable to see the future
because of what it allowed and
did not allow to happen
Forgiving what should not have been
Not forgetting what should have been
Laughing clocks on the wall
On desk
Constant reminders of misses and mistakes
To-Dos
Of the voluntary and the rapes of
the second hands
that should move the others
Batteries are the minds that mind
Time
Without them there is none
And a clock stands for nothing if the
Mind is not working
© 2010 TTBoy