Let Time Pass Through

Can't the future just wait? Can't the deadlines come fashionably late? I could push

every goal back, take control back, if they'd roll back the rate at which time

starts to fly. Never landing or standing by, never taking a break,

ever making me retry. We nickel and dime every quarter to two.

But maybe it's time to let time pass through. If the future is bright,

it doesn't shine with that end of the tunnel light. More like a

deer in the headlights, sudden red lights, so your dead lights as the

anglerfish bite. It's not fair, the past is clear but it's clear