parallelogram

Think on
The fact time
When you
Want to
Figure how
I rhyme,
How you
Fit into
The scheme
Of what
I am
Accomplishing
In you.
You are
Held captive
By many
Things,
Some of
Your own
Choosing,
Some of Me,
Fashioned,
Formed
To give
You relief
From the
Pressures
Of the trying
Things
You must
Endure
In becoming
Me.
Sleep to
Allow
Regeneration
Though you
Possess
A body
Formed
To go through
A day’s notice
Without being
Tired, worn,
This fatigue
Is a mixture
Of attitude
And belief
Neither born
Of Me.
Time, you see,
Holds you
In retrospect
In relation
To these
Born in time
Away from you
So that
Your acts
Are justified
Or proven untrue
By unraveling
The strings
With which
Time binds you,
Laying flat
All men’s acts
And words,
Finding truth
In relation
To side-by-side
What men do
When faced
With circumstances
Similar in being.
Which when
Confronted
Chose Me
And which,
Under less
Pressure,
Chose the
Enemy.
Time flattened
Compares
Such things.