Theif Called Time

I see through optomology
Shallow as a wading pool
Life is one big anthology
And you are but a tool

Antagonize, criminalize
Crash, boom, bam
A wolf who's full of lies
Disguised as lamb

Treasure your senses
Take what you can get
Past and present tenses
Flinching to regret

There's a thief called time
Seconds are you cash
He's a filthy, grubby slime
A season in the trash

The hands spin 'round
What have you done?
The river has run

The sun goes down
What have you done?
Is the battle won?

Minutes start to disappear
The wind has swept it elsewhere
Flying like a streamline spear
The time thief has you in despair

by Royce Waxenfelter
12/7/89