Framed by Space
By Simply Shelby

time is a closet of orange military jackets
waiting for someone to try them on
or cast them aside on the ceiling
with drips of experience dripping down the side

time is not sand in a hopeless hourglass
but is pure and diluted water from Life's faucet
that can either slowly drip or rush out
instead of sifting through the timepiece

time is always seen a frame of space
&is never outside or running free
time will always fly forward
&never look back to the past of 'could have beens'

time seems to fail us in length
but is always true in width& depth
we will always- always- beg for more
although we all have the same amount

until our time ends
and we are free from the frame of space