What do you do I

chide in diatribes;

when I search my

distraught mind.

Freely move stay

it does all of pride

makes me see not

what days provide.

A clock does tick

time it but prison

forward it leaves

our last decisions.

Remain despite it,

I try justify a past;

but those wise say

nothing ever lasts.

Refuse to move see

I staunch industry

of a conviction my

love I must set free.