Restless sleep filled with dreams I can't remember
Time rushes by like a businessman downtown
Unaware of my need for connection, direction
Never looking up from his phone while he takes long, deliberate strides across the street.
I wonder where you're going, Mr Time.
Don't stop for no one, not even me.
Can it be? Year 53?
Restless sleep interrupted. Dreamt I was flying, then I was falling, a baby dying, my mother callin.
Mr.Time, take your time. I need more time, slow time, no time.
And listening, so I can hear the voice within.
Mr.Time, you seem to slow, put down your phone and take some notice.
I feel my direction, my connection and you see me,
I feel you see me
And time is now my friend that has no end.