Written by C Hues
May 31, 2023
Here’s a hopeless sense of haste— Trying to turn time to our tune. Looking at this world we waste— Growing jaded, approaching June. If tomorrow never came And the Earth slowed to a still, Yet somehow we still remained— Could we fix all the world’s ills? Would right and left meet in the center Or would the center fall apart? There are doors we dare not enter And some change won’t enter hearts. As it stands, the clock still ticks All the time would not mend Men’s constant call to conflicts So we start same as we’ll end.