Long day. Had a 2-hour drive to Pittsburgh to deliver flowers for a wedding. On the way there, we were front-ended in the MacDonald's drive-thru by a sports utility vehicle. Got to the wedding just in time to pin the boutineers on the groomsmen before they went down the aisle. Then I managed a little brother with a serious case of car-fever all the way home.
There was now a coming and going of many villagers. I heard them pattering and being as silent as they may. I whispered Blater and Bliter to my side. I crept out, watching the great Clock with an intense gaze. The dogs went before me, walking with their heads low. I then stopped and knelt. Blater and Bliter then turned towards me. I spoke to them:
**A short story... hope the ending isn't too confusing. Enjoy.**
There was no moon that night. Aislin always remembered how the sky looked, for the stars still burned as bright as ever in her mind even years later, but there was always that empty space where the moon should have been.
Sonatas and binomials
Quadratic Concertos
Scribbled out
handwritten notes
Where's it going?
Beethoven, Bach, Liszt and Brahms
ACT and studying tons
No more guesses, I'm all undone
Where's it going?
Oh Senior year, what's the hurry
I can feel the running time
I swear I'll miss you if you go
running by
Just wait a moment now
just stop and let me see the sky
All my plans and high school dreams
fading into reality
watch it changing
I don't even know
where it's going
Through many years of change I've stood,
Seeing many creatures live and die.
Yet I'm dissatisfied and sigh
To sprout wings like eagles and fly.
But as I'm a tree of the wood,
I must watch all the world go by.
I have seen children grow from babes,
Now grown, with children of their own.
I've heard my dear friends moan and groan,
Crashing to earth, forever gone
Without a farewell or goodbye.
But still I watch the world go by.
It’s that time again
When the lights are shining
Tinsel wrapped around the Christmas Tree
He’s right here among us
But we pass him by
For the gifts around the tree
The Feast goes on
And the babe is forgotten
Wrapped in his swaddling clothes
We don’t realize
He is given for us
It’s that time again
And we are still blind
Sir, I am a poor man
I have not money nor home
so I beg in the street,
so very alone
I don't ask for your money,
I don't ask for your purse
but I beg thee for something
with even more worth
I don't ask you for house
or mansion or hut,
I won't pick your pockets
and your purse I won't cut
I won't ask for fine clothes
or a warm meal to eat
I won't ask you for blankets
or shoes for my feet
I won't ask for any of those things,
I ask you for something
that means much more to me...
Time is a thief,
a tyrant,
cruel
Time is a friend,
a companion,
a rule
It rushes along
it hurries,
fights
And I don't really think
that this
is right
Shouldn't we take
all the time
we have?
Why shouldn't we stroll
instead of life
running past?
Time is a thief
that steals
a soul
Time is a tyrant
sitting on
its throne
Time is not about
to go
away,
But that doesn't mean
we have to
obey.
Can you wait just a minute,
and forget right this second,
think back to the past,
and lay down our weapons?
Forget what we've heard
from different sources,
and break down our walls
and knock down the fortress
Put aside the battles
we've lost and won,
work together,
all for one
Forget what's just happened,
start over again,
now is a time
when we can be friends.
Can you wait just a minute,
and let it all slip away?
Can you wait just a minute,
and see the new day?
This world began, one day, far back
In time so long ago, forgotten;
Yet, you have writ it in your book:
How even time’s from you begotten!
Will I ever understand
How you could be before it all?
For I am just a mortal man,
My intellect is weak and small.
How can you ever do an act,
When there’s no time to do it in?
A deed must be begun in fact,
And done, and finished, to fit in.