Deliberate in its execution,
Time resist,
The inevitable union,
Of two souls,
The hands pass slowly,
One on top the other,
In it’s hesitance to move forward,
In seconds,
Savoring ever minute
As it glides its big hand,
To grace the slender one,
As it prepares a new frame
Of time,
As the minutes
Appear to stand still,
Idle minds
Are the devils playground,
