Time Will Tell

Weighed it on a scale
Lighter than air
Invisible sometimes
Difficult to care for
Gathers such dust
Impossible to clean
My days are numbered but it may be many
Time will tell

Saw it on the news
What a time to shoot
You'd they'd get bored of death
But the wheels keep turning
Pothole is the bath
The blood is the wine
The culture's the salted brine
But the meat's been spoiled
Time will tell

I saw the spider in your hair
Can't tell the strands from the web
Lost in ascetic gardening
Trepidation
Musaceae



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Hryciak
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