In a world inside a world, with
Time inside time. Two that should
be one, seem to miss-each other.


One would leave as the other, would
enter and never did they meet. For
sure it would be great and sure it
would be a treat. There clocks were
Miss-timed.

The tags of messages and notes, did
make there way. From that morning
to noon, and at night and during the
day. There lives were miss-led.

Eventually one gave up, but the other
stood in vain, and grew tired and hurt
and full of such pain. The choice was
Miss-taken.

Is there an answer, to this mess-ed up
world in which we live? Can we look
beyond the love that we Give? maybe, but
we were just Miss-timed.


Penned by my hand on the 4th of Arios, in the year 128 MA.