My Minds Time

The construction of time

has been definitively defined by someone whose hand

isn't mine.

The numbers and notions you've engraved on my wrist and into my mind,

you hypothesise,

should somehow have the power to right my life.

Control me to the point where I'm losing my mind,

because I have no time when really,

my time is mine to be defined.

Who's time?

your time has no time to waste.

Not mine.

If my time is perfectly out of sync with yours,

am I late or are you irrational through your inability to read my time,

my hours which are measured by my own mind.

I bend all reasoning so that your ageing time does not pass through mine.

Mine is divinely counting something your numbers simply cannot define.

My seconds are feelings,

my hours, moments,

my days, memories,

my years, life.

Let me take you by the hand and I will show you,

in time,

that your logic is killing you.

Mine is keeping me alive.

(Larna Bobby Lou)