There are times, she said Times for what you want and times to stay in bed After the morning, the time belongs to the sun And what you think that you wanted turns its head to run The sun it keeps revolving The cycle it makes from the ground Only seems to be on its own But its so much more profound
It passes at night In your head all delight Make it so when you need it When it pulls you When you’re blinded by light
And if another might stand in the way If you know when you wake that you have nothing to say Leave it inside to find a place there to stay
Watch and take note Watch it cut, let it carve
She tells me at the end you’ll know more than she wrote
Take back your time and let the roots hold up what grows
***All views are my own***
I write commentary on current world events as well as short stories and book reviews. My first book, Where the River Flows - Memories of the Shadow Age, can be found on Amazon (free with Kindle Unlimited). I attended Arizona State University studying neurochemistry. I've worked professionally as a ghostwriter and managed analytical laboratories in supplements and pharmaceuticals, as well as operated as a consultant and technical writer for academics and companies in the science and engineering fields for over ten years. I've been writing creatively all my life. I hope you enjoy the content -- I want my readers to feel empowered to comment and critique as they feel compelled.
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