I stand alone on the hill

Overlooking time

So little and easy to fill

I sit to compose a rhyme

Blur the line

Between the tenses

Express what little is mine

Overwhelm my senses

Maybe no one understands

Maybe they all do

Perhaps someone comprehends

Each word I transcribe anew

This is how I deal

With the inconstancies within

How I show what I really feel

My heart and the emotions therein

Past present future all one

Thought becomes ink on a page

It’s either write or try to run

From life inside a self-made cage