Pink Smoke

Time, it moves
At different speed,
With what you want
And what you need.

A marching band,
A trickling stream.
Look around,
It’s all a dream

Of what you hope
And what you thought.
Just keep going.
Don’t get caught

Between the hands
Of clocks that move,
Or needle's scratch
Along the groove.

You’ll stay forever
In this one place
With fixed expression
On your face.

Go find another
Life to dwell.
A Sunday stroll
Or Park Hotel.

But leave this time
To stay in place.
Don’t set wing up,
Just in case.

Happy Glades
Will hold you still.
Dreams and wishes
They'll fulfill.

Then you’ll see
What hopes to find,
In endless sleep
Of peaceful mind.


7/7/20
Zone S1E20