OFF OF IT

I have a grandiose purpose

I write time rhymes in cursive

I internalize the details

And speak them out wordless

I gather lost memories

That others see as worthless

To plot along the timeline

Like a metronome circus

Time is ever changing

When seen from with within

It seems random and chaotic

‘Til you’re on the outside looking in

Then the timelines are interwoven

Like some intricate tapestry

Then you can read this sacred fabric

With intuitive mastery

Some say you must be psychic

But it’s really quite the opposite

Time is, in fact, quite static

When you jump the f*ck off of it