Time

I have so many things to do

Would like to flee to you

But I don’t have the time

You call me when you want action

I could provide that distraction

But I don’t have the time

He grants you shelter

In the local smelter

But if the weather’s fair

We can trip the breaker

And curse your maker

All lights out it’s time to breathe

We, through the black hole door

crave a wasted day’s chore

I can travel through time

I want to build a machine

To make my lonely night’s dream

But I don’t have the time.