Just waiting on time,
it slows like a movie scene,
caught in slow motion.
The second are dragged in,
and each screaming for mercy,
before they tick on.
The minutes look on,
and watch a few in pity,
and like seconds go.
The hours stand strong
resisting the urge to gloat,
as the minutes pass.
The day hesitates,
time is gone and like the wind,
all too easily.
