Time has slowed down

I stare at my keyboard...My fingers typing a rhythm

I already know how to end this, what will be the end

But then I'm also trying hard to rhyme it...

When all that comes out is free verse

Unfettered, unbound, unashamed

Words that cannot be squeezed into any shape

Or be made to follow an order

Where is then, the fun in them?

The good and the bad, the fun and the sad

I take it all, with a pinch of salt

For when time comes to you, slows down

And wants you to introspect

That is all that I have these days,

Time, so I make plans and lists

And try not worry about much except the next day

And what comes after that and after that

I've been told all my life to make myself useful

How then can I be useful sitting tied to a bed?

But then words cannot be shaped or beaten

So I make them up in my head

And I dream....and write

Because time has slowed down

And I can think of what was, what is and what will be

Without thinking about tommorow

Because that is another time...