Time

Time smiles back at me
As my eyes moisten
And future becomes reality
As my hands hoist them
Calendars choke me
With their phantom dreams
Clocks chase me
With their ticking screams
I want to escape
But they are my friends
They force me to tape
A mean to an end.
And I know not
Past Father’s ear
But I have fought
Against the fear
It does not matter
If friend or foe
For time is mine
And That I know.