The time may be right

everything passes in the blindness
of night
and the days find you
sometimes with blood in your eyes
and sometimes with sleep,

keep watch on the clock
but never trust it.

We all disappear into the hereafter
this minute is gone from us,
will time remember us?

If what is out there
is really within,
there is nothing to
worry about.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.