The Camera


I sit on the bed and wonder

Where will she take me today?

What new sights will I capture?

Or will she just walk away

And leave me here?




Time passes
Passes, Time.
Time passes
Passes, Time.
Like the tick of the clock
Like a Watch without stop
Like clouds in the sky,
Knowing the reason why
Or how it’s accomplished
Does not alter the effect
Of the movement.

Time passes
Passes, Time
Time passes
Passes, Time
Leaving some behind
While others are caught up
In time, to Time’s passing
Like a log in rapids
Not caring how or why
As  long as they themselves
Are in time.