Fleeting yet again

Time is just time
isn't it
time is in the way
time is that someone
I wish I'd never met
time is my friend
but time and the mind
can be so cruel
so unkind
time stares you blankly in the face.

there they are
standing in line
p  e  r  fectly again
waiting as if to say
here we are
you know how
you know where to find us
everyday just reach and
take me, take us all
for granted if you will
but take us let us kill
together you and I
you were never good at anything
especially resistance
but you're good at this
so who cares
there's one in every crowd
there's one that rises above the clouds
take me if you dare
I will take you there
whites, blues, pinks
clears
spinning smelting
spiralling symphony
medley of medical slurry
take the next one
what's your hurry
hurry.

you can't count on people anymore
you can only count them now
whatever happened to time
the only thing that we all have
whatever happened to caring
reaching out and sharing
getting to know one another
if you were cold you'd be offered shelter
if you were hungry a meal was provided for you
now we all just stand there and stare
blankly and do nothing
if your feet were sore a massage
or the mend of a sole
when your mouth was dry
water to quench your thrist
and a tale for the soul
standing and staring
lying and dying
the end of optimism
the death of trying.