Yeah 11:06 AM Mid July, a clear day, it's hot 93, 93 or... something Yeah Time keeps slipping Man is to time like twine is to kitten Throw a stick to the puppies throw a fry to a pigeon My fist full of dice throws light through the prism It's a ride Pick a protein pick a side Hit the smoke screen Mowers on the road to know Elohim In holy of the dopamine Serotonin slow and low It's headache under frozen peas and holding up the zoetrope Opa Holy crow, time is going, going, gone How much have you squandered just to gossip on the goings on Of people you don't know at all VS time building what you could've been Someone who contribute to the cookie tin Let the kid cook Invite the other campers If a couple go missing then the difference get lamb skewers Savvy? The comfortable uncomfortable Who ain't supposed to be here, let alone punctual Permanently offsides Always in the wrong place, wrong time, on time Left right quantize Big fish any pond size, certainly Currently the blob beneath the swan dive Slogging through the commune Hogging all the fondue Pocketing the silverware Absconding with the pog juice You can hear a pin drop Tick tock tick tock Sensing a disturbance in the ether It's the medium between [?] patina I talk to my dead friends, treat 'em like it's 3D Brief 'em on the rest of the amoebas in the Petri like "So and so had a kid, so and so caught a case So and so is on the stuff and ultimately lost his way" Life moves pretty fast Write your name a couple times, cut the line, zig and zag Try to find the Middle Path before the final cymbals crash And we are being carried off in zipper bags by Disney staff Straight face smothering a deep rage Meep Meep I'm the human painted tunnel, real train Barrel out the mountain just to climb into the steel cage Sleeper hold, I'm happy as having a fucking field day Lloyd Center drama club, loiter where the common tongue Is sunk into a purple Listerine bottle Bottoms up I ain't late, I'm right on time Any later, still right on time I can show up real early, right on time Anyone got something to say, well I'm light on time I set my watch by it before I don't set my watch anymore I know it's running short, I know it's running fast It's running while I sleep, it never runs out of gas The wolf creep when I sit, lope when I limp I don't look over my shoulder but every now and then Catch a glimpse in windows and mirrors Upturned bottles and old pictures, I see it Just outside the image I grab my kids as they run past and hold 'em Whisper in their ears before they wriggle away Can I give you a lift? I somehow find myself driving again