Time Is Of The Essence

When I was a little man

The play dough came in a little can

And when I touched it

With my little hands

It felt pleasant

Now that I'm an older dude

My methods have become more crude

And the play dough that I used to use

Has solidified

Slow down

You've been living too fast

Move on

For you're living in the past

Time has

Got you trapped on its line

So rewind

From your insides

Time is the of the essence they said again and again

And every time I heard them I never knew just what the meant

Essence is metaphysical yet time is so abstract

I hope that when I get there somebody cuts me some slack

Twenty-second birthday feeling like I was 16

Getting drunk and throwing up by 11:15

Now do I fear growing older

Or do I just fear my responsibilities

I don't know