Before, there was time to see and do all the things dem. Time was plenty, plenty and well generous – even nuff. Too much time and like water from a broken pipe spill and thrill into the dirt, It was wet and you felt blessed. Then, time crept and crawled up the wall away from you, and then you wondered, When did it go? It felt good to have time under your feet and feel free to be whatever you wanted. You could sit still for a while and several hours after it was still daylight. Them times Time stretched far and wide, a speck that could not be contained. So, you start feeling yourself and forget to do all the tests and the rest. “Man look here, you have time”.
But time is a clever one, he is a knowing one and he play with you and then turn lose on you then trap you. At those times, he dances around you and spin your head too and then make you forget, outside of you he is limitless but in you it is limited. Then when you stop spin and you are sinking he runs further from you, away from your dreams and your waiting.
instead you are left with his essence no longer blessed with his presence. What should you do? Will you sit and mourn because he wont come back, that young man is gone and so too is your youth. You see, he was interwoven with you but you took him for granted and when you wanted him, he did not want you. Now what shall we do? We have to let him go and sun bath at sun down.
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