Painting with Time: Our Misunderstood Friend

Do you really know her?

You think the only elements you 
—answer.

Are the ones that, inhabit, ripple,
present like you!

But if you knew just where to look,
You’d connect some,

Patterns—

You never knew
You alr’dy knew…

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Time isn’t ignorant or a savage. 

She’s not abundant,

You don’t know her well. 

But if you quickly take ahold,

And grasp her..

You will learn to see her

Different.

Come on,

Grab my hand

I’ll show you paths..

They never end!


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You think you know Time by her real name. 

She runs on clocks and calendars for you!

But watches steal quartz’ time..

And calendars?

Cycles moons’. 

When you’ve got a cold

She’s slower than molasses—

And that microwave minute?

Feels like it’ll never end. 

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Time sits around for no one..

Unless you really really need her to…

But she can feel as fast as light speed,

Or freeze entirely 

In 

Stop the world in

Calamity’s wake!

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Work makes you fear her looming presence..

But on islands? She’s a friend!

She doesn’t lift time clocks higher than God..

They name her gift, 

Give her out 

By full hand. 

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She thrives when people barter with her..

Instead of declaring what’s she’s worth.

But with just one quick shriek of terror..

You’ll never forget her…

And wish.

You that you

Had cherished ‘er

For what she’s really worth…

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Have you ever hated sitting in traffic too?

Do you wish you had more time with friends?

Don’t you wanna go play out in nature?

And for once

Never count

How long it’s been…

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Do you need people to stop dropping bombs?

Or voting against women and colored skin?!

Do you need time to be honored..

And loved..

And held..

And revered as mend?

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Can you feel her reaching out and grabbing,

Taking control of you?

She’s shaking you up and stirring..

Like a gumbo.


Careful as rue…

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Time is on your side 
and wants you to know 

That we’re one!

Our struggle,

Is what 


she’s worth.

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She needs you to go out and move 

Mountains ‘til

She’s finally ready

To call it 

End. 

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You can own land and bonds

And all you’ll eat is sand until

You can honor Mother Nature

with your friends…

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Time is a friend to
Those who trade and bend at the
Knee for love and pain. 

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