SURREAL POETRY
Time Rushes By
Time stretches for an eternity
We are all victims of modernity
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Thoughts are always spinning through my head
Time ticks away
As night follows day
Moonbeams and stars
Contrast with a world full of cars
Lost in the rush
And squeezed in the crush
Take time to relax
Switch off the mobile and fax
Look up to the sky
And pray to the Lord on High
Ask him to guide you
To where the angels may find you
(inspired by Ides of Time by Caplyn Dor)