TIME

oh time, my time, what use are you to me now?
passing me by, slipping as i sit still and watch you go,
we were in control were we not,
i the master, and you the muse.
sit still, wander, refresh, inspire,
you’re roles above, you knew only too well
but now you leave, severed and broken,
alone i stand, to dream of things to happen,
impossible! it seems, have i left it too late?
a new crutch i need, it might well be ‘fate’