Shadow time guessing

By: Isabelle Morgan

I can’t count it

Time isn’t measuring the pace 

Of a smoke and try to sing it

The ticking is too inconsistent

It’s falling

Life when standing

Is a different existence

Love is an accident

It’s getting tripped and 

Forgetting how to walk

In any other direction

Because you are the distance 

Confusing

But I’ll remember

Just leave me in it

I’ll recover

So, ask me in the sun

My squint will make more sense

Tell me when I’m ahead 

So my reaction can process 

And transform before we face

Give me a moment to adjust 

Because I have been planning this path

The areas I would trace

Using a pen of my own 

Leaving marks along while I taste 

It won’t be about agreeing

Two points shaping an idea

Rarely meet solely on fate

Faith is similar to timing

And my confidence is consistently late