Why does time do this to me

Always when you need it to line up

It just seems I fall apart

I’m holding on to little hope

But truthfully why do I have to tire

My body some days doesn’t feel mine

And I need to be multiple places at once

When both seem like the wrong decision

I can’t even see where I am

And perfect, it gets a help,

By taking it from my soul, when I don’t want to I have to give

Two days at a time

And one more trouble

Why is this feeling still here

The one where I can’t go when I need to

Jesus take the timer off my life

I’m sorry but it just feels like

I can’t see that I can’t find

My answer

Maybe it’s that the answer is the question,

The remark and hidden word,

The meaning to all of this,

Even if it seems rather absurd,

But ok I’m a rider,

Of a coast and rapid tune,

But hey it’s fair and worthy,

To choose to sing and woon.

And though I know I’m there,

Wherever we may be,

The guy instead still steadies,

Aches and sometimes readies,

For battles of a mind,

Of crimson, gold and white,

And okay if you’re spying,

I guess I mind alright 😜