On the Hour
There was an hour I was waiting, there was a moment I was late,
and in between I was contemplating the ways I would escape.
There was an hour I was waiting for someone who wasn't there.
There was a time when I could see the moment the turtle beat the hare,
and although it wont be hard to take a second here or there.
It's the time we argue over, it is the moments that make us care.
There was a while that I was waiting, at the other side - over there,
and I thought about how no time had passed since the last time that we shared.
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