The day drags along,
without pausing it goes on,
and is done too soon.
That is the problem,
time, stress, work load and the rest,
distort the time left.
I’m going onwards,
taking the high road forwards,
and for the great views.
It isn’t over,
even if it was you’d know,
that you didn’t know.
Time tickles onwards,
the sand grains ever falling,
until they just stop.
