By: Lucinda Kerrigan
November 8, 1995
Time, what does it mean?
Its only a mechanism that ticks and tocks
Or is it a feeling of existence?
I often feel like it fades and
Comes back again and sometimes flies
At night, while asleep it passes by
Like a quick breeze
Sometimes I wonder why it matters
When time is slow I want to shoot the clock
Other moments I wish it would
Fly away with its flock