Time

Time goes on.
But we can always see what’s gone.
Never what is to come.
If we could, would it make us numb.

Does it exist.
Or is it just another list.
Is it in us.
Maybe I guess.

Sometimes in flight.
Moving like light.
Sometimes it’s slow.
A sluggish flow.

When things are good.
We would like it slow as it should.
When things are bad.
It should be in flight, it’s enough to make us mad.

Like a river.
All of a quiver.
Could we travel an eddy.
Instead of the flow o so steady.

To travel the eddy moving back.
To take things on a different tack.
To change things to suit.
To make time take a different route.

What fun.
To change things we have done.
Maybe a practice we should shun.
Causing havoc bar none.

Dangers stuff.
And very tough.
For something that does not exist.
Not just another list.