(Not free-verse… the rhymes just felt right)

How many hours in a day

For they’re not ours to keep

One cannot own what isn’t truly there

Yet still for the loss we weep

Why slippery things

I failed to grasp thy tail

But for my struggles I’ve nothing to show

Only broken dreams and broken nails

I slipped on the tracks

I got sucked under the speeding train

Drip

drop

the

time

went

Dripping

down

the drain