Time

The hands of time have wreaked havoc on me
Caressing one cheek while slapping the other
My spirit has taking a beating
Yet I maintain a youthful and optimistic mask
Yes time is a bitch and a best friend to me
So many things left unsaid and undone
So many possibilities yet to come
How much time do I spend loving the unlovable
How much love do I give to those who won’t accept it
Time will tell? That bitch can keep a secret, for a minute
But she always tells at the most inopportune time
Just when I feel good, she tells me he doesn’t love me
When I think I finally get it, she shows me all I DON’T know
But time, my best friend, now she can be cool
I start feeling old, and she tells me I’m lookin good
When I’m feeling lonely, the phone rings
Yes, time, she’s a little schizophrenic
Can’t tell from one moment to the next what she’ll bring
And you never know when she’ll leave for good
She’s fickle that way, thinks it makes her mysterious
Crazy time. She gives and she takes
She forgives and forgets
She deceives and forsakes
She causes joy and regrets
But one thing I know for sure
I’m glad I have her.