Time
time is a man mad contruct
made to create order and congruity
and I never used to fear it-
I often used to wish that I could speed it up
speed up this made up thing so I could escape
first it was to escape the farm
than it was to escape my mother
than it was to escape myself
than my father

I wanted time to speed up so I could get older
make my own choices
I wanted time to speed up so I could leave
run away
and as I sat there dragging out my days
in hopes that they would pass by faster

I sped right into your arms

god your warm embrace
enveloped me like a cloud
and shrouded me in such...