How subtle is this time
It relieves itself
Every hours every minute every second
From the burdens of past
I hear it say that the minute minutes are not long
Jumping between numbers
Testing human patience from point to point
A tick-tock of delay
And it hears you whine
In between spaces
It fills the sheer void
It knows no stopping
Yanks the moment to start, to end
Effortlessly
It deceives its followers
Into thinking there is more of time
Pulls down the curtains
Gently, reminds all
Time Is Up
