For one an hour passes like a day
and to another days seem like minutes.
Three weeks to one is a short afternoon to another,
and there is no correlation to our lapsing of time.
Moments move slower when waiting
and faster when we only wish for the world to stop.
And the metronome of life beats
in cadence with the heart.
And in three minutes you can tell a story
of a lifetime.
And over a lifetime you may never understand
one simple thought,
Because our minutes are mismatched.
Time is relevant only when aligned with emotions,
that feel the spilling of an infinite hourglass
and the turning of wheels inside a watch.