Rollin’


..and only now somehow you would wonder where time has gone,
how did it escape you and how can you go on?
and the man on the street only wonders where’ his next meal’s coming from.

On the clock between the tick before it goes tock there’s a rock and not the one of ages and for some of us
who think we are Sisyphus
time never moves on..

© 2021, John Smallshaw.