Time is never enough
for the sleeping one that had night shift,
not sensing the time in his dream, just like
the two lovers, embraced, sharing
do not feel the horror of the leaking seconds
which the terminally ill tries to gather
in handful, while airport terminal
houses for the last time parents and children

Time is never enough for the penitent,
trying to atone his sins with Sisyphean tolerance,
it ain't enough and for those who wait somebody
else to unravel more than once, and the saints
won't have the time enough to look for themselves
among others, but the others will always say
'there's still time' when something isn't
happening now